Selected
by valerafon
A young man gets the job of his life.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence and or
sexual content.

Selected

Constance Danning and her bodyguard looked through the transparent glass wall
at the young man as they talked.

"He's quite handsome, don't you think? What are his measurements again?" Ms.
Danning asked her bodyguard.

Amy her bodyguard didn't even have to look at his resume to answer. "I think
he looks a bit like Brad Pitt, same body type....He's twenty one, just out of
college, and he's five foot eight and he weighs just a little less than one
forty."

Ms. Danning head of the Danning Corporation and the wealthiest person in the
world and one of the most powerful as well, considered the young man for a
moment, watching him intently as she paced in front of the wall.

Finally she said with some conviction, "He's perfect! He's intelligent for a
man...IQ 164, I believe?" And she looked at her bodyguard for confirmation.

Amy nodded her head once confirming his IQ.

"Yes, I think my daughter's going to like him, providing he passes the
interview." Then Ms. Danning turned her attention back to the young man, who
was seated in the next room, and said, "You know what to do, make sure we
accurately gage his strength quotient."

Amy again nodded, pulled out a pair of black horned rimmed glasses and put
them on, and picking up her laptop, she briskly walked through the door.

I was not prepared for the vision of blonde loveliness that walked abruptly
through the door. Instinctively, I rose to shake hands with my interviewer.
The first thing the struck me about her was her height. She was a good head
taller than me. She had heels on and I estimated her height at well over six
feet, and she was young too. She couldn't have been more than in her
mid-twenties.

She had on large black horned rim glasses that seemed a bit out of place, but
the glasses couldn't hide her great beauty. She was an extremely attractive
woman.

She seemed to be very professional too. As soon as she shook my hand, very
forcefully, she sat down and started to set up her lap top.

As she worked, she said, "Please be seated, Mr. Clarke, My name is Amy Rogers,
I'm Ms. Danning's personal secretary among other things, and congratulations
on making it this far."

I sat down, and watched her as she continued setting up her computer. I still
couldn't get over how beautiful she was, and I thought the glasses did little
to hide her great beauty, if that was their intention, and I was sure it was.
I had to admit, though, that the glasses did give her an aura of intelligence
and professionalism.

After setting up her computer and placing a few other things on the small
table between us, the young woman hit a few key strokes, and studied the
screen intently for a few moments. All I could do was patiently wait for her
first question and not to appear like I was staring at her, which was not
easy.

Finally, she looked up from her screen and stated in a matter of fact tone of
voice, "Mr. Clarke let me give you a few numbers. Out of ten thousand
applications, worldwide, you have made it to the final cut."

That was heady news to realize that over ten thousand people had applied and
here I was still in the running.

I had to quickly refocus to hear the rest of her speech, "And you and the
other two gentleman, that are interviewing today, represent the very best the
world has to offer, as far as males are concerned. And you will definitely
find a job with the Danning Corporation, even if it isn't the current job your
interviewing for.

I tried to take the news in stride and not to look to full of myself as I
said, "Thank you, Ms. Rogers, but I want "the" job!"

My interviewer studied me for a moment, her face betraying a hint of a small
smile, then she typed something into the computer, and continued on with her
statement.

As you know, the position of Research Scientist for the Mars mission is a
prestigious one. What you didn't know is that it is a senior level position
that pays 150,000.00 a year and reports directly to Ms. Danning."

As I listened, I asked myself why such a young person, just out of college,
would even be considered for such a position? Whatever the reason, I wanted
the job at any cost.

Then, as if she could read my mind, she asked me, "You may ask yourself, Why
me?"

For a moment their was silence between us, and just as I was about to say
something, she answered her own question.

"You graduated first in your class at MIT and you have almost a genius level
IQ...Yes, Mr. Clarke, we have had our eyes on you for some time.

This time I couldn't help blushing and I said gratefully, "Thank you, Ms.
Rogers."

The young woman acknowledged me with the nod of her head and then got into the
meat of the interview.

"If you're selected, Mr. Clarke, your first assignment will be with the mars
module. You will be locked inside it for one month, with one other, do you
think you can handle that, Mr. Clarke?"

I wanted to sound sincere so I chose my words carefully.

"Working on the mars mission would be a dream come true for me." Then in a
more forceful voice I added, "I can and will handle the module!"

Ms. Rogers tipped her glasses to get a better look at me, and as she did, I
could see a thin smile spread across her lovely face once more. God! She was
lovely!

Returning her eyes to her computer screen, she replied, "Then there are still
some tests I must perform to adequately gage your final suitability." Hitting
a few more keystrokes on her computer, she then hit me with a completely
unexpected question, "Are you gay, Mr. Clarke?"

The question struck me as one an interviewer shouldn't ask when conducting an
interview, but nevertheless, I answered quickly and forcefully.

"Why no! Absolutely not!"

My interviewer nodded like she believed me, but this time she added, "Because
of the nature of your mission and the high priority Ms Danning places on it, I
must be absolutely sure of that, you can understand that, Mr. Clarke, can't
you?"

I nodded that I did indeed understand, but I really wasn't sure why she would
find that so important.

After her statement, she pulled out some type of wire and started untangling
it.

As I watched, I said once more very forcefully, "I can assure you, I'm not
gay!"

Ignoring my remark, Ms. Rogers finished untangling the wires and attached one
end to her computer, and then she asked, "Your left hand, Mr. Clarke."

A little nervously I gave my hand to her and watched as she attached wires
with little cups on them that fit snugly over each finger.

"Galvanic skin responses, Mr. Clarke, they never lie."

After attaching all the wires to my hand, she made sure they were secure, and
then she hit a few buttons on the computer, and rose from her chair. I
nervously watched her as she walked around to my side of the desk. What she
did next absolutely blew my mind. Silently, she began to unbutton and remove
her dress. She wiggled her shapely hips as she slid the dress over her head. I
watched in stunned silence at the strip show, and couldn't help feeling myself
respond to her magnificent body as it appeared before me in all its majestic
glory.

After removing her dress, she studied me closely as I studied her. She was
wearing a black bra and matching pair of black panties. Her dark nylons were
held up with a garter belt and they highlighted the best set of legs I had
ever seen. Her legs were unbelievably long, tanned, and well toned. It was a
wonderful combination.

Both of us were silent as she began to walk slowly back and forth. She was
strutting her stuff right in front of me, and it was obvious she wanted me to
watch her.

As my eyes moved down her long tanned and well muscled legs, I could see her
high heels and they added another dimension as they brought out and accented
all the muscles of her lower limbs. As I watched, I couldn't help but admire
the shapeliness of her rather large calves too. She was the woman of my
adolescent dreams come to life, and her athletic build and rather large
muscles where something that really turned me on.

Finally, my eyes made there way up her long beautiful body till they fixed on
those tremendously large globes sticking precariously out of her bra. They
were so large that they looked like they might bust through the flimsy fabric
that held them.

Her body had a hypnotic effect on me, and I couldn't have looked away even if
I wanted too, which I didn't. Then she did something even more amazing.
Turning away from me, she bent down and grabbed her ankles exposing her very
large and sexy ass for my inspection. It took all of my control to remain in
my chair. Then she wiggled it provocatively back and forth. Her display had an
animalistic quality to it, but it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my
life.

I wanted to leap out of the chair and cover her rich creamy white ass with
little loving kisses, but somehow I maintained control.

Finally, the show ended and she sauntered back to the computer screen watching
my reactions the whole time. As she focused on the screen, she spoke out loud,
"Heart beat 140, skin temperature extremely high, respiration accelerated, and
the subject completely involved. Yes, Mr. Clarke, I believe you are a normal
heterosexual male."

I was relieved to hear that, but of course I already knew that. I was a little
shocked at the extreme measures the corporation was willing to take to verify
my sexual inclinations.

Without putting her dress back on, she started to remove the wires from my
hand, and as she worked, she told me about her other duties.

"As I mentioned, Mr. Clarke, I wear a number of hats around her. I'm also a
registered nurse. So what I am about to ask should not startle you too
much......Please strip to your shorts!"

"Strip!" I parroted back sounding completely dumbfounded.

"Mr. Clarke, a successful candidate should be willing to take orders....You
can take orders, can't you?"

"Yes, of course." I stated firmly and then I started to fumble with my suit.

As I clumsily started to undress, she asked very seriously, "Can you take
orders from women, Mr. Clarke?"

As I removed my suit coat and tie, I stopped for a moment and pondered her
question before stammering back, "Yyes, certainly!"

"Good, Mr. Clarke...Ms Danning, in her wisdom, has put a number of very
impressive females in executive roles her at the Danning Corporation. They are
world class, just like you. So it is imperative that you be able to take their
guidance."

As I slipped my pants off, I stated firmly, "I can assure you that gender is
not an important concern with me. I am not a male chauvinist!"

She considered my answer for a moment and frowned. Then she shocked me with
her reply.

"All men are chauvinists to some extent, Mr. Clarke. It can't be helped, for
now at least....But our investigators tell me that because you were raised
solely by your mother that you hold women in high regard."

The first part of her statement was shocking and confusing, but I refrained
from answering her. Her reply sounded more like a statement of fact then a
question and I really didn't want to debate it with her. I was here for a job,
and I didn't want to antagonize the interviewer.

As I continued to undress in front of her, I thought that when you were a
capable woman, as she most certainly was, and working in a man's world, it
would be easy to hold such views. The second part of her statement I did
answer though.

"My mother is the most capable person I have ever met." And I emphasized the
word person.

After my statement, my interviewer's eyes lit up and a large smile flashed
across her lovely face. She regarded me for a few seconds, and then typed
something into her computer.

While she did that, I contemplated her revelation. I was mildly surprised to
hear that I had been investigated very thoroughly. I was sure that Ms. Rogers
knew as much about me as I knew about myself.

When I was down to my T-shirt and shorts, I looked up at Ms. Rogers and
waited.

"Your T-shirt too!" she commanded.

I hesitated for a moment, but just for a moment, and then I took off my T-
shirt too.

"Now be seated, and will continue on with the tests."

The first test was really weird. Ms. Rogers produced a ball and asked me to
squeeze it. It had a wire and she attached it to her computer.

As I squeezed it, she encouraged me, "Squeeze it with all your
might!...Harder!...That's it!...Good!...Now the other hand!"

As the test continued, I wondered how I was doing. The ball seemed soft, but I
could barely make a dent in it. I had no idea how this test could possibly
make any difference in anything.

Then she was telling me about the next test.

"Now hold the ball in your hand with your arm completely outstretched....It
will start to get heavy." Then, as if she could read my mind, she answered my
silent question. "Weight by magnetic induction...the object is to hold your
arm straight for as long as you can."

As soon as I was prepared, the ball started to get heavy. I strained for as
long as I could, but despite my best efforts, in only a matter of seconds, my
hand wavered and then slowly made its way to the top of the desk."

"Now the other one," she ordered.

My left arm performed even more poorly I thought. I couldn't tell from Ms.
Rogers reactions if she was as unimpressed with my showing as I was. She was
too busy recording the results.

The next test was even more embarrassing.

She placed her right elbow on the table with her hand and arm in the classic
arm wrestling pose, and said, "I'm going to test your arm strength, myself.
See if you can pin my arm to the table."

"I beg your pardon," I asked incredulously.

Ms. Rogers smiled at my confusion as she informed me more clearly, "We are
going to arm wrestle. I wanna see what you got!" And then more formally she
stated, "It's imperative that we gauge your strength accurately.

It sounded completely idiotic to me, but I kept my views to myself.

As soon as our hands were locked, she yelled, "Go!"

I immediately pushed with most of my strength, but I didn't budge her hand one
inch. She, on the other hand, seemed content in letting me be the aggressor
while she watched me carefully. While I continued to wrestle with her big arm,
it seemed as if she was just content to maintain her hand in a vertical
position. As I continued to add strength and try to move her damn hand, she
just kept staring back at me without trying to end the match herself.

After about thirty seconds, my hand started to waiver and my muscles were
feeling the strain, but I kept on trying to pin her hand to the desk. I was
desperate. I didn't know if I could lose the position by losing this match,
but I couldn't take the chance.

In a calm voice that told me she was not straining herself, she asked, "Try
harder!...Give it all you got!....Try to move my hand even a little!....You'll
get some points for that!"

I tried! God, I tried! But her hand just wouldn't move. Finally, when she felt
me let up slightly, she just added a little bit of force herself, and my hand
started to move towards the table. I renewed my efforts, but my hand was
slowly forced down till it gently touched the table.

As soon as my hand touched, she gave me an enigmatic smile. It was hard to
read, but it seemed like a mixture of contentment, satisfaction, and pleasure
all rolled into one. She wasn't talking either, it was more like she was
giving my mind time to digest the fact of what had just happened to me, and
for my male ego to digest all the ramifications as well.

I sensed that she was competitive too, but she wasn't looking at me like the
contest was ever in doubt, but rather she wanted me to realize I had just been
thoroughly beaten by a woman, and she had done it effortlessly. The emotions I
felt were overwhelming. It was the first time that I felt such a sensation. It
was embarrassing but yet thrilling all at the same time. All it did was to
thoroughly confuse me at a time my mind needed to be as sharp as a tack.

After she recorded the results of my drubbing, she took me over to an exercise
machine in the corner of the room. I had noticed it when I walked in, but I
didn't think much about it.

For my next test, I had to lay flat on my back and push up on a bar, with my
legs, as hard as I could. Again, I barely moved the bar. She let me try to
raise the heavy bar further for a good thirty seconds. Finally, she said,
"That's enough!" and then she looked at the scale and silently recorded the
results. Then we both moved back to the desk.

Even though she didn't comment about the results, I felt that I was not doing
well, and I was sure she could read my disappointment. .

We were both silent for awhile as she made a number of key strokes on her
computer and then looked at the results. I silently wondered if my numbers
even made the curve.

When she was done with the numbers, she looked up from her computer screen and
smiled at me. It was a glorious smile. I was sure a richer man would have
given his entire fortune for one look from her like that. She was truly an
awesome creature.

Then she surprised me yet again by getting up from her desk. I started to rise
thinking the interview was over, but she signaled for me to remain seated as
she calmly walked over to a large sofa, and sat comfortably on it crossing her
legs as she did so. I couldn't help but stare at those gorgeous legs of hers.
I just hoped that she didn't catch me at it.

When she was comfortable, she started to talk.

"Now, Mr. Clarke, I'm going to give you an order that goes against everything
you have ever learned about a male and female relationship. I hope you can
overcome your male pride and act accordingly, can you do that for me?"

I really didn't have any idea what was coming next. What I did know with
certainty was that this would be some sort of important test. This time, I
answered her quickly and firmly, "If it doesn't go against my integrity."

She reacted to my reply with coy little smile which was sexy as hell, but she
didn't answer me. Instead, she leisurely uncrossed her legs, patted them
seductively, and motioned for me to approach her.

I was stunned yet again. Did she actually want me to sit on her lap? In
another setting I might not have hesitated, but one hundred and fifty grand a
year was on the line, and a job I would truly love to have. I just couldn't
fathom how all this mattered one iota as far as the job was concerned.

Still, I found myself walking over to her. She was smiling up at me watching
my reactions very intently, and then she patted her lap seductively once
again, and winked at me. A million things were racing through my mind, it felt
like I was in a dream rather than interviewing for an important position. What
was this all about? It had to have some significance.

I seemed to lock in on the thought about taking orders from women. Most of the
senior positions at this corporation were held by women. I realized for the
first time, that how I interacted with them was of paramount importance to Ms.
Danning.

I realized Ms. Danning wanted a man who could take orders, and not let male
pride or his ego get in the way. This might just be the most important test
during the whole interview. So with complete trepidation, I lowered myself
onto her lap.

"There, that wasn't so bad," she said, and then she started to rub the back of
my head with one of her hands.

Her perfume was intoxicating and the gentle touch of her hand sent little
sparks up and down my spine. I tried not to show any outward reaction, but I
didn't think I was being too successful in that regard. Add to that, the
sensation of my bare legs touching her nylon clad ones and the situation I
found myself in was almost overwhelming.

Then her mood changed again and she informed me, "If you had refused to sit on
my lap, I would have known instantly that your answer, about taking orders
from a woman, was just so much guff. The interview would have been immediately
terminated, and you would have been removed from the running."

I was happy to hear I was still in the running, but sitting on her lap didn't
make me feel much like a senior executive.

Then she asked me sweetly, "Can you a make a muscle for me, I

need to take some more measurements."

I was glad there wasn't anyone else in the room. My situation was

completely absurd. Here I was sitting on a woman's lap, and she had just asked
me to make a muscle for her, but I did exactly that.

"Oh my!" Ms. Rogers exclaimed when she saw my muscle. "It's so big!" And then
she raised one of her large hands and felt the mountain of mush arrayed before
her.

For a moment, I thought she was playing with me, but when I looked back at her
she seemed so sincere.

In the other room, Constance Danning, the head of the Danning Corporation and
the most powerful woman on earth, shook her head and couldn't help but laugh
out loud at what she was watching unfold in the next room. Her bodyguard, Amy,
had such a knack for completely disarming men, she thought.

After her statement, Ms. Rogers picked up a tape measure which had been
conveniently placed on a table next to the sofa, and proceeded to measure my
muscle.

"Twelve point five inches!....That's quite a monster you have there!" she
informed me.

As I listened to her sing out the numbers, I had always thought that my
muscles was fairly average for a man. I never even thought about the size of
my muscles, and I really didn't have time to work out.

"Now you just relax on my lap and let me get a few more measurements," she
purred.

I was anything but relaxed as she took my chest size and then my waist and
even the circumference of my thigh. Her nearness was very distracting and her
voice had become so damn sweet, I found myself wanting to please her even if
it was embarrassing.

Finally, she exclaimed, "Only one more measurement, honey...Can you guess what
that is?"

I was perplexed for a moment. Then it dawned on me what she wanted.

"No, not that!" I begged.

She grabbed me, with one of her strong hands, and pushed me against her so I
couldn't jump off her lap, and with her other hand she began to pull down my
shorts. I was too confused to really struggle. I didn't want to flunk the
test, and she was very strong.

"Three point five inches!" she exclaimed.

I just closed my eyes and hoped that this ordeal soon would be over.

Then she added, "I'll need a measurement when its hard too!"

I was sure that the only reason why I hadn't reacted to her awesome body was
because of all the embarrassment I was feeling.

As I sat on her lap, in silence, and continued to look at her, I couldn't
believe how the interview was progressing. In my wildest lust filled dreams, I
couldn't have conjured up anything this bizarre. The interview had gotten
completely out of hand. This just wasn't worth the money.

Seeing that I was still soft, she asked, "Don't you like me?....I guess I'll
have to get you to react!"

After her statement, she grabbed my penis with one of her big hands and with
the other drew my head to her. As she kissed me very passionately, she started
to fondle my penis. The kiss was wonderful and I couldn't help responding to
her other gentle manipulations as well. Soon, I felt myself getting stiff.

As soon as she ended the kiss, she exclaimed, "That's better!" And then she
proceeded to measure me once again.

After the interview, Ms. Danning's personal secretary and body guard walked
back into the other room. Constance Danning continued to watch the man through
the transparent glass who was still seated. She thought he looked completely
flustered and vulnerable. It was just the way she liked her men.

"He is perfect!" Ms. Danning exclaimed.

Acknowledging her boss's remarks with the nod of her head, Amy proceeded to
recite the numbers.

"He's 62% weaker, in the upper body, than Caitlin, and an astounding 79% in
the lower body!...I'm sure she won't have any trouble taming him."

Still watching as the man was escorted out of the room by another assistant,
Ms. Danning said in a pleased voice, "And he appears so trainable too."

Turning to her assistant, she added, "I think we've found our man."

I was instructed to wait for the final decision which would be announced just
after lunch. I ate in the commissary and then whiled away the time by looking
at the space exhibits just off the lobby. I couldn't help thinking about my
bizarre interview. I was sure I had no chance for the job, and I was feeling
kind of low when I was paged by the receptionist.

When I returned to the reception area, Ms. Rogers was waiting for me. She was
all smiles, as she informed me, "Ms. Danning will see you now."

"Have I been eliminated?" I asked nervously.

Ms. Rogers smiled broadened as she responded to my question.

"Ms. Danning will explain....Please follow me."

I followed her to an elevator and we proceeded to the fortieth floor in
silence. We stepped out into another reception area with a huge circular desk
barring the way to the floor and the offices beyond. Behind the desk was
another tall beautiful woman, but she was different than the other
receptionist. She had on a security uniform, and she was staring at a bank of
monitors.

Amy and I walked up to the desk and the security guard turned away from the
monitors and looked us over as we approached.

"Mr. Clarke is here to see Ms. Danning," Ms. Rogers informed her.

She nodded, looked at some sort of checklist, and then asked, "May I have your
right wrist, please?"

I looked towards Ms. Rogers and she immediately explained, "Its a wrist
band....It will allow you access into the more secure areas of the corporation
till we can attune your biosignature to the sensors."

As the guard secured the band, my heart raced wildly as I realized that I just
might have won. I didn't have time to dwell on it because we were soon walking
past the guard towards a huge office. When we arrived, a smiling Ms. Rogers
motioned me towards the door and said, "Ms. Danning is waiting for you
inside."

I took a deep breath, smiled, said "Thank you," politely, and opened the door.

Ms. Danning was off in one corner of the room studying a mock up of some sort
which was on a large table. As soon as she saw me enter, she motioned for me
to come over.

"Congratulations," she informed me, "you've been selected."

I was speechless, but I did manage to extend my hand when she extended hers.

As we shook hands, "I managed to say, I'm honored and I'm looking forward to
the challenge."

"And I'm sure you'll meet that challenge," she stated, letting go of my hand.
"You meet all of my qualifications, and I'm sure you'll exceed my
expectations," she added, and then her gaze returned to the mock up.

It gave me a moment to look over my new boss as she continued to survey the
mock up, and she was quiet awesome indeed. I thought she was even taller than
Ms. Rogers. I estimated her height at about six three, and with her heels on
she was a good head taller than me.

She was even more beautiful than her secretary, Amy, if that was possible, and
I estimated her to be in her mid to late thirties, but she had lost none of
her allure.

She was a dazzling blue-eyed blonde, and I knew the stereotype definitely did
not apply to her. I had done my homework. I knew many of her accomplishments.
She was first in her class at Claymore, and she had amassed one of the world's
great fortunes in less than two decades of hard work, but even more astounding
than that, she was considered, by her peers, to be one of the true genius's in
Astroengineering.

I had seen her many times on TV, but the pictures did not do her justice. The
business suit she wore could not hope to conceal the great body underneath,
and standing next to her, I could feel her charisma which all great people
seemed to project.

Returning her eyes to me, she informed me, "This is a mock up of the mars
module...You'll be spending a month in it in a few days."

As I looked at the module, I was astounded by its simplicity. There was a
control room, a small galley and storage area, and two small rooms which
contained beds and a few other functional pieces of furniture, one bath, and
the largest room was what appeared to be an exercise area, but it was very
simple as well. It had only two pieces of exercise equipment, and the rest of
it was covered in mats.

As I studied it, I said, "Its rather simple, isn't it."

She studied me carefully for a second before she answered, "There is one
overriding concern, Mr. Clarke, and that is weight....I can assure you the
module is functional."

Looking at the layout once again, I nodded, then I asked, "The exercise area
seems overly large?"

"That too is functional...The two people most maintain their muscle
mass....and the area is simple because the two explorers will come up with
their own exercise regimen....That will help relieve the boredom."

I looked up at her as if I wanted to ask her the next obvious question, but
she answered my question for me.

"The other half of the team is female. I can assure you she is quite
extraordinary."

I looked back down at the mock up once again. I was sure my new partner and I
would be getting to know each other quite well in the next month.

As I gazed at the mock up, Ms. Danning asked, "Would you like to meet her?"

"Yes I would," I said excitedly, but I had one other question that was
bothering me.

"You said I or my teammate and I would be entering the module very soon?"

"Day after tomorrow...It took a long time selecting you...Now we must move
fast..Time is of the essence."

I could understand that and I nodded my approval. I didn't want my boss to
think I had reservations.

I followed her out of the room and down a private elevator to another floor.
When we opened a door, there was a glass wall and we were looking down on a
gymnasium a level below. On the mats were six Japanese guys who appeared to be
attacking a rather young girl. As I began to watch, I was astounded to see
that the young girl was throwing the six men all over the place.

She was wearing traditional martial arts attire and a black belt as were the
men. Her feet were bare and she was using them very effectively. She was using
martial arts techniques on the men as they attacked, and I could here them
yelling as they tried to counter her moves. Every now and then, I would hear
her yell, "Haaa Ya!" and then one of the guys would go flying through the air
to crash into a wall or to tumble helplessly across the mat some distance
away.

Sometimes, they would attack in two's or threes, but it didn't seem to matter
to her at all. She would become a blur of motion and their rush would be
effectively countered, and they would go flying off in various directions. I
wasn't sure what amazed me more as I watched, how young she looked or how
effortlessly she was subduing the six men.

As I watched the one sided match, Ms. Danning turned to me and exclaimed,
"That's my daughter, Caitlin!" Then she added with pride in her voice, "She's
quite amazing, isn't she?"

I turned from the slaughter below and said in shock, "Your daughter?...She's
the other test subject?.....But she's so young!"

Turning back to her daughter, she watched for a moment more before she spoke
very proudly, "She won't be seventeen for several months yet, but I can assure
you she is capable, and she has a genius level IQ. It's even higher than
yours."

After her statement, I looked back on the slaughter below. By this time three
of the men were out of action. They were laying on the mats motionless like
rag dolls that had been toyed with and then discarded. The other three men
seemed to be moving much slower now as they warily circled the young teenage
girl, and she seemed very confident as she patiently waited for their next
charge.

As I focused on her for a moment, I thought she looked simply breathtaking as
her hands and body flowed from one martial arts position to another as they
circled her, and she seemed to be just as fresh as when I first saw her.

The three conscious men, on the other hand, were a mess. They appeared to
still be the aggressors, but they also appeared to be genuinely frightened of
the young girl as well.

"But, she's so young?" I insisted as I watched. I was sure Ms. Danning got my
meaning.

"Someday, Mr. Clarke, Caitlin will be the Danning Corporation, and that day
maybe soon. I assure you she is quite capable of taking care of herself."

As I continued to watch the mismatch unfolding below, I got her meaning. Five
of the men were now unconscious and she was stalking the sixth and remaining
man as he tried to avoid her. To me, it almost looked like a mouse running
from a cat as she finally cornered the man and hit him with too many blows to
count.

Ms. Danning responded by pushing a button and yelling, "Pull your punches,
Caitlin!"

By this time, the young girl was holding the man upright with both of her
hands as she had a firm grip on the material around his neck. Stopping for a
moment and looking up, she smiled and nodded. When she turned her attention
back to the man, she kissed him on the cheek, and then blew on him and let go
at the same time. He responded by falling over backwards onto the mat. He
looked like a tree being chopped down and he fell so slowly it almost looked
like slow motion.

It was then I realized he must have been out on his feet. Caitlin then put her
toe daintily on his chest, looked up towards us, and assumed a victory pose. I
had to admit she looked sexy as hell, and I was about to spend a month with
her in an isolated module.

Ms. Danning responded by saying, "She can't see us. This glass is a one way
mirror."

When I looked back down, Caitlin was dragging the men and stacking them into a
neat pile.

Shaking her head as if she was a bit annoyed with her daughter, she said,
"She's showing off for your benefit. She knows your watching, and I'm afraid
she a bit precocious. Your going to have to deal with that."

A little nervously I asked, "You will be monitoring us, though. I'm sure
she'll listen to you."

"No monitoring! It's part of the experiment. The only contact we will have
with you is a daily check in."

I looked back down at the young teen. She had dragged all the men into a neat
pile and she was posing with her foot on the pile again for our benefit. This
time, she made a muscle as she posed.

Again, I could hear the pride in Ms. Dannings voice even as she shook her head
in exasperation, and added, "Caitlin understands the importance of this
experiment. I'm sure you'll find her capable....You will not meet her till we
seal you in...She is thoroughly familiar with the module, she will brief you
as you go....There will be a series of tests or challenges along the way...We
want to see how the two of you deal with them as the experiment progresses."

I looked back at Caitlin who was still playing with the bodies of the six
unconscious men below. She was an awesome looking teen. Of course, I hadn't
seen a plain looking woman yet at the corporation. To me, she didn't appear to
be all that mature. I couldn't believe Ms. Danning could actually let her
daughter be locked up with any man for a month, no matter how much he had been
screened. It just didn't make sense.

Talking into her wristwatch, I heard Ms. Danning say, "Amy, its time!"

Almost as soon as she said that, Amy appeared.

"Ms. Rogers will show you your office, and give you a complete tour, except
for the module of course. I'll see you tomorrow."

As soon as Amy ushered me out, Constance Danning gave her undivided attention
back to her daughter. She opened a door and made her way down a flight of
stairs to gym level. Picking up a towel, she threw it at her daughter as she
walked over. Both women ignored the unconscious men as they walked out a door
and into a shower area.

"Where is he?" Caitlin asked as she wiped the perspiration from her face. "I
was sure he'd be with you."

"He was and he saw your little show...I'm afraid you frightened him a bit,
dear."

"Well, where is he? Why can't I see him?"

"You know the rules, dear. You'll see him soon enough...For now this will have
to do."

After her statement, Caitlin's mom pulled a metal tube out of her coat pocket.
It was about the same size as a flashlight, and she pushed a switch on its
side. An image flickered into life and appeared before the two women. It was
the holographic image of the young man that had been selected for her
daughter. It was Scott Clarke's image.

Caitlin walked around the image sizing him up.

"Is his image to scale?" she asked.

"Yes, dear... His name is Scott Clarke...He's twenty one, and he's five eight,
and he weighs just a bit less than one forty."

"He's cute, and I like the fact that he's bit smaller than me, and weighs
less."

"I know, dear, he meets all the criteria, both yours and mine."

Still walking around the image, the young girl asked further, "Does he know
what he was selected for?"

"Of course not.....It will be your job to enlighten him in the module."

Finally, Caitlin stopped circling the image and said happily, "He's absolutely
perfect!...Thanks, mom!"

After saying that, she raced to her mom and hugged her tightly. As they
embraced, her mom added, "You understand why I'm doing this, don't you?"

Caitlin released her mom and looked up at her as she did so, and in a little
girl's voice exclaimed, "MOM! I'm not a dummy!"

"I know, dear....It's just that I want you to be happy...Soon their will be
the rigors of college, and immediately after you'll be heavily involved in the
corporation, and you will have many assignments. There will be little time for
dating or finding a suitable partner." Then Ms. Danning paused a moment for
effect, and added, "You may even be running the entire show soon after."

"Don't talk like that, mom. Your going to be around for a long time."

"I hope to be dear, but you know me. I plan for every contingency."

The two women embraced again and as they did, Caitlin's mom added, "Even if I
am around, you will not have much time for men. That is why we're finding you
your perfect mate, now. So you can have time to tame him and then train him.
So he'll be just the way you want him when you turn eighteen and marry him."

"Mom! It won't take that long."

"I know dear, but you'll have over a year to make absolutely sure he's the
one! And you can condition him to understand that you will be away from him
for long periods of time. That is hard for a man to accept, and even harder
for them not to stray during such periods."

Then as if she was remembering something from her own past, Caitlin's mom
added, "I wish I could have had the time, to do what you will be doing, in my
own life. Maybe then, I wouldn't have had three failed marriages and countless
broken relationships...but I just didn't have the time!"

They hugged once more and then Caitlin asked, "Can I train him any way I
want?"

"Her mother looked into her daughters eyes and said candidly, "I suggest you
go slow at first....Let the realization that you are a superior being slowly
sink into his psyche. His adjustment to his new role will not be easy for him.
Men are under the misguided notion that they are superior to us. It always
startles and upsets them to find out otherwise."

"She looked up at her mother, and said sincerely, "I will, mom, slow and
easy."

"The equipment in the module will be set beyond his limits, but not beyond
yours. Let him discover that fact for himself."

"I will...I can't wait to see his face!"

Then her mother's voice became even more serious and she said, "Make sure that
he's the one. If at any point, he doesn't seem like the perfect fit, let me
know and we'll terminate the experiment and we'll find another." Starring
directly into her daughter's eyes once more she said even more seriously, "I
want you to be happy!"

"I think he's just perfect, mom!"

"We'll see, dear."

Then her mother paused and brought up one last subject. "You will be on your
own. He will be totally at your beck and call. You will feel a power curse
through you, like no other, and it is intoxicating. Remember, he just may be
your husband and you may want to live with him the rest of you're life, so
show some restraint."

Lowering her head, her daughter answered, "I will!" Then looking back up into
her mother's eyes, she asked, "If I like him, I mean if he's the one, can't
I.."

Her mother knew what she was asking, and she said firmly, "You have only one
rule, my daughter..You may do anything to him but that!....Your too
young!...That must wait till your wedding night!...I will hold you not him
responsible!.....Consider this one of your tests."

Lowering her head again she was silent for a moment, then she nodded her
compliance.

"Good! I have something for you." And her mother reached in and pulled out a
small wrapped package.

"Don't open it for two weeks...It's my favorite piece of jewelry. I know
you'll love it...But I don't think Scott will like it at first."

Caitlin eagerly took the small package from her mother and shook it. Then she
hugged her mom one last time.

The moment had finally arrived. I met Caitlin just outside the module and we
shook hands. I got a strange unnerving feeling when she first saw me. Her eyes
opened wide and she had a weird smile on her face as she looked me over. I
would liken it to a fat man who hadn't eaten for a day when he spied a huge
feast prepared just for him.

Her demeanor was a bit unnerving too, but nobody else who was present seemed
to notice. What was even more unsettling was the news that we were expected to
wear next to nothing. It seems we were not yet inside, and we already had been
confronted with our first problem. We were told the module's temperature would
be set at seventy eight degrees to reflect a problem with heat dissipation. We
would be expected to fix the problem or the temperature would rise one half a
degree a day.

I was issued a tight fitting pair of shorts that really were very snug on me,
and Caitlin had on what amounted to a bikini. I was surprised to see how
little material it encompassed as well.

After the heavy door was shut and bolted securely sealing us in to our new
environment for a month, Caitlin began to take charge.

"This is the control room. I'll show you how everything works a bit later, but
let me show you around first."

She showed me the galley first with its food and water storage lockers. There
was a small stove and cooler so we could actually prepare meals. At least our
diet wasn't going to consist of those unappetizing pills one always saw in
science fiction movies.

Next, we toured her room and then mine.

"I took the bigger room, hope you don't mind?" she said as she moved on to the
adjoining bathroom.

I was about to say I do mind, but it was a minor thing, and I did want to get
off on the right foot with her so I let it go.

The bathroom was cramped. It was comprised of a small wash basin, toilet, and
shower stall. I looked at it for a second and said, "We'll have to work out a
schedule!"

She looked at me blankly for a second, shrugged her shoulders, and then she
continued on with the tour. The last room was easily the biggest. It was our
gym. There were two pieces of equipment in one corner. A bicycle to work our
legs and a bench with a pulley system attached to work our arms. The rest of
the room was covered in mats.

I was looking at the equipment deep in thought when Caitlin asked, "Your
wondering why the room is so big, aren't you?"

"The thought had crossed my mind," I admitted.

"We'll be spending a lot of time in here. It's like our gym and recreation
area," she stated.

"Shouldn't it have a couch or something? I asked.

"To heavy! Remember, were on mars, weight is important....Besides, we have to
work out two hours a day to keep our muscles in shape!"

"Two hours!" I gasped.

She threw me a manual. "This explains the do's and don'ts. I suggest you read
it as soon as possible. Sorry you couldn't be brought up to speed earlier, but
that's my job, now!"

I took the manual and started to page through it when she added, "We have to
exercise together. The first exercise period is in half an hour, I'll see you
then," she said, and then abruptly turned and walked out.

I watched her go through the airlock and couldn't help but admire her form.
She was really stacked for a teenage girl. Maybe, coed gym classes wouldn't be
such a bad thing I thought.

I went to my room, stowed my gear, and then laid on the cot and leafed through
the manual. There were a lot of rules, many of which required both of us to do
things together. I guess it made sense. We had to be a team if we were to
simulate surviving on mars.

I lost myself in the manual and when I looked at my watch, I was already ten
minutes late for our first exercise session. I put down the manual and hurried
to the gym. Caitlin was already there sitting in the middle of the room. Her
legs were folded underneath her and her eyes were closed and she was
meditating. I thought it was some sort of martial arts thing.

She did not acknowledge me and I didn't bother her. I just sat down next to
her, but kept quiet. It was an opportunity I thought to really look her over.

She was exceptional just like her mother. She even had her mothers features
right down to her blonde hair. Although, Caitlin still wore her hair in a
ponytail. She was big too. Not as big as her mother but bigger than me. She
had to be around five ten I thought. As I looked at her, I wondered if she was
done growing. Somehow, I doubted it. I thought she was destined to be a carbon
copy of her mother which wasn't all that bad.

I could tell she was athletically gifted as well. I could see it in her tanned
and well muscled body, and I remembered the little demonstration she put a few
days ago. She didn't look fat or overly muscular, though, just well put
together. Still, I was fairly certain that she had to out weigh me by at least
thirty or forty pounds.

Her upper body wasn't thin either. She had developed that along with her young
gorgeous legs. They were tan, long, and lovely, and they were easily much
larger than mine. I couldn't help staring at them. I just hoped she never
caught me at it. All in all, she had the body of a much older woman. Some day
she would really be something to behold. Hell! She was already something to
behold.

As I contemplated her, her eyes popped open and it startled me.

"Are you through staring?" She asked.

I ignored her question and answered back, "All I've been doing is sitting here
peacefully, waiting for you to come out of your trance."

"Your fifteen minutes late she shot back, and its not a trance..I was
meditating."

So far, she always seemed to be angry with me, acting more like my mother than
a young teenage girl. Somehow, I was going to have to win her over. After all,
she was the bosses daughter.

"Sorry," I said as I got up and looked at the equipment. "What's first, I
asked still letting her lead.

"You try the bike and I'll work my arms," she answered in a more civilized
manner.

As she laid on the bench and pulled on the chords, I was amazed to see the
muscles on her arms expand tremendously to accommodate the tension. I watched
her, completely entranced, for more than a few moments. She was stunning and
her body was just as awesome. I had to admit I was completely taken with the
young vision of youth and vitality before me. I continued to watch her,
totally enthralled, while I sat on the bike not exercising myself. She was one
very sexy girl!

Stopping for a moment, she looked up at me and said, "The bike?"

Trying to display a more cordial mood, I rubbed my hands together like I was
enjoying myself and exclaimed, "I love to ride bikes!"

She gave me a blank look, but didn't shout anything back this time.

"Right! The bike." I said more seriously.

I was in for a surprise when I tried to move the pedals. They wouldn't budge.

"Something's wrong here?" I said immediately.

"Oh!" she shot back casually. "I just used the bike, and it worked fine for
me."

I put everything I had into moving the pedals, but they still wouldn't budge.
Then I got off and looked at the mechanism. There was only one setting so I
couldn't lessen the tension, and everything else seemed to be in working
order.

"Are you having problems?" she asked as she continued working the cords on her
machine.

"Ya, the bike doesn't want to seem to work."

She stopped pulling the chords on her machine, got up, and came walking over.

"Why don't you use this machine and I'll use the bike," She offered.

"OK!" I said, "but it won't work."

I walked over and laid down on the other machine while I watched her get on
the bike. She strained for a second, and I could see the muscles in her
marvelous legs tense a bit, but the pedals began to move slowly at first and
then with increasing speed. As she continued to move her legs, the pedals
started to move faster and faster.

"See, there's nothing wrong with the bike! Maybe, its your legs," she added
sarcastically.

I said even more sarcastically, "HA! HA!" thinking there was some sort of
trick to it. Then I tried to pull one of the chords on my machine. It wouldn't
budge. What the hell was going on? I was beginning to get mad. I knew they
worked, I had just saw Caitlin using them. I pulled on the right chord with
all my strength for a good ten seconds making grunting sounds as I did.

"Now, what's the matter?" she asked even more sarcastically. "Don't tell me
you can't pull the chords back? I just used that machine."

I tried to ignore her, but no matter how hard I tried the chord wouldn't
budge. If she wasn't there, I would have tried pulling one chord with both
hands.

Shaking her head like she was upset with a younger brother, she got off her
bike and sauntered over.

"Here, let me try," she said.

"It won't work," I shot back, but I did get up.

She laid down and effortlessly pulled on first one chord and then the other.
Both moved and extended as she straightened her arm.

"They work fine," she said mockingly. "Maybe, your just not strong enough,"
she added.

That couldn't be, I thought. "Let me try again," I shot back.

We exchanged positions again and I tried to move the chords once more
straining the whole time, again they wouldn't budge. I was getting exasperated
and embarrassed as I looked up into Caitlin's bright eyed smiling face as she
looked on. Maybe, I wasn't the greatest physical specimen in the world, but
there had to be another reason why both pieces of equipment wouldn't work for
me.

Watching my futile efforts, Caitlin finally exclaimed, "I have an idea, let's
exchange positions again."

We exchanged positions once more. Frankly, I was glad to be up. It was
becoming very embarrassing.

When she was ready, she said gleefully, "Straddle the bench and sit on my
tummy, I'll help you."

The thought of that was just too embarrassing for me. After all, I was a grown
man and she was still a teenage girl. I was sure I was a bit red in the face
when I told her, "No!"

"Come on," she chided, "My tummy's as hard as a rock. You wont hurt
me.....Your not afraid are you?"

"I'm not afraid," I shot back, but I was. Could she really be that much
stronger than me? The thought was revolting.

"C'mon, no ones going to see you, we're alone....live a little!" she said in a
sexy sprightly voice. Then she padded her tummy and said in even a sexier
voice, "Come on, come to Momma!"

She looked so young and sexy and alluring, I felt myself hypnotically drawn to
her as she spoke. Finally, I felt myself moving to her as if I was in a
trance, and I straddled her as she laid across the bench, but she seemed to
have no trouble supporting my weight as I sat on her firm young stomach.

As I looked down into her smiling face and sparkling eyes she ordered, "Now,
grab on to the cord and pull it as hard as you can, and I won't try to help."

I tried again, but the damn thing just wouldn't budge. Why was I listening to
her? This was so damn embarrassing. After my complete futility once again, I
looked back down at her. She was shaking her head and making a Tsk tsk sound.
Why did she have to look so sexy while she was mocking me. It was all so
confusing.

I think she was enjoying the situation because I could her the laughter in her
voice.

"Now, I'm going to help you because your just not strong enough to do it by
yourself," she stated, and when she began to help, unbelievably, the chord
began to stretch out.

When the chord was half way out she had another surprise for me.

"Can you hold it, if I let go?"

I had to regain my self esteem somehow. This was a challenge I had to accept.
I braced myself and nodded that I could hold it. I still couldn't believe her
muscles were the reason the chord was now working. My male ego just couldn't
conceive of such a thing.

"OK, I'm going to let go!"

When she did, the chord lurched backward dragging me half way across her body.
She reacted by reaching up with her hands and catching me before I was pulled
right off of her.

"Whoa Tarzan! She exclaimed as she pushed me back onto her stomach.

Then as I looked down at her she made that damn Tsk Tsk sound again, and shook
her head back and forth as she informed me, "Those muscles of yours just
aren't very strong, are they? I guess I'm going to have to help you with the
machines if your going to use them at all.."

That thought was utterly revolting to me, and I closed my eyes in response.

Then to rub salt into the wounds, she added, "It must be very embarrassing for
you, a grown man, to be so much weaker than a sixteen year old
girl...Tsk!.Tsk!" And she made that annoying sound again.

I wanted to leave the room, but where could I hide, and the unbelievable truth
was that she appeared to be much stronger than me. I was sure I was as red as
a beet from this humiliating experience.

Not losing the initiative, Caitlin said, "Let's see if you can move it with
both hands?"

I shook my head no.

"Don't you want to see if you can move it even a little bit. I'm the only one
here. Who's to know?"

Dammit it! I did want to move that damn chord. So I put both hands on it and
tried once again with all my might. It budged about an inch, but that was all.

"Here let me help, Hercules!"

As soon as she added her strength, the damn thing began to stretch out.

"OK! I'm going to let go again!"

"NOOO!" I yelled.

"Are you admitting that both of your arms can't hold a chord taut that a
sixteen year old girl can hold easily with only one of hers?"

I just couldn't admit that. "Let go," I said as I braced for the worst, and
the worst happened again. Both of my arms couldn't keep that damn chord from
lurching back and taking my body along with it once more. Again, she had to
catch me as my body followed the chord.

I couldn't look her in the eye any more. This time she said more
sympathetically, "I'll help you with the chords, till your strong enough to
pull them yourself."

I don't think I've ever been this embarrassed before, and she must have read
it on my face because she said, "I know an exercise even you can do."

Her words sounded horrible, but I didn't think she was trying to be
intentionally cruel.

"I think we better stop," I said even more red faced.

We have to exercise two hours a day. Those are the rules," she stated flatly.

After I got off her, she got up and sat down on the mat placing her feet at
about a forty degree angle to each other. God! She looked great just sitting
there on the mat. Then she told me to sit down opposite her and place my feet
so that they were touching hers. When I did, she grabbed my arms and said,
"This is an easy one! When I lean back, you pull me up and when you lean back,
I'll pull you up."

It sounded so easy. I didn't think anything could go wrong with this exercise.
I pulled her up then she pulled me up. Soon we got into a rhythm and I had to
admit to myself I was having fun with this one.

"See," she said, "even you can do this one!"

Her remark made me see red and I jerked her up a bit on my next pull. It was
stupid and I regretted it as soon as I did it. I was about to say sorry when
the next time I tried to pull her up, she didn't budge.

"What's the matter?" she commented.

"Nothing," I shot back, and tried even harder to pull her up, but she just
wouldn't budge.

"Don't tell me you've gotten so tired you can't even pull me up anymore."

Then she really infuriated me. She looked at me with an exasperated look on
her face, shook her head back and forth, and made that maddening Tsk, Tsk,
sound again.

Why couldn't I pull her up? It didn't look like she was resisting. For the
first time, I thought I might be sick or something. She just couldn't be that
much stronger than me.

"Let's try something else," she sang out. "This time, you stay down and you
try and keep me from pulling you up, OK?"

I really didn't want to do it, but it was a chance to restore some of my male
pride.

"OK! Let me get set," I said.

"Ready!" she said in that sing song voice of hers. "I'll count to three and
start pulling...One, two, three...OH my! That was so easy!...Weren't you
ready?"

I was ready, but she pulled me up effortlessly, but I wasn't about to tell her
that. Instead, I was silent as I looked at her both red faced and embarrassed.

"Hmmm!" she said as if she was trying to figure something out. Then she said,
"This time, I want you to use both of your arms, and I'll just use one of
mine, and will try it again."

I don't know why I was listening to her. It was beginning to dawn on me that
maybe she was just that strong, and I wanted to see in some perverse way how
strong she really was. It was embarrassing, but thrilling too. I can't quite
describe the feeling.

"I'll count to three again. Really try this time!..One, two, three..That was
as easy as the last time, and I was only using one arm."

I couldn't look at her this time. I was totally mortified.

Then she said something that really took me by surprise.

Her tone changed and in almost a child like voice, she sang out, "I know, your
teasing me. Your just trying to make me feel good, aren't you?..Bad Boy!"

It was an implausible explanation, but I wasn't about to refute it.

After her statement, she came over and kissed me on the cheek, and repeated...
"Bad Boy!"

Why did bad boy sound so good when she said it? And her nearness was exciting
too. I have to admit, it made me forget about all the embarrassment I was
suffering.

Before I could regroup, she sang out again, "Let's try this one!...Have you
ever leg wrestled?"

I had when I was a boy. Why was I letting her lead? By this time, I was fairly
certain I wasn't going to win.

Both of us laid down opposite each other on the mat and each of us raised our
right leg as Caitlin counted to three again, "One, two, three..."

I had time, as she counted, to see how much bigger and more muscular her leg
was in comparison to mine. My leg looked like the leg of a boy in comparison
to a woman's leg. Still, her leg looked so feminine, sexy, and appealing. I
almost lost tract of what we were doing, almost.

I really wasn't surprised, this time, when her long sexy teenage leg made my
body do a somersault when we engaged. I found myself staring back at her after
her leg had thrown my body a good five feet.

Then I heard that maddening sing song voice of hers again, "Hee! hee!..That
was soooo easy!...You really are very weak for an older man!"

As I laid on the mat totally discombobulated, she came crawling over and
started to examine my legs.

"Your legs don't have much muscle to them, look how small they look in
comparison to mine!"

And she laid next to me with one of her big teenage thighs right up against
one of mine. I had to admit the comparison was amazing. Her young leg was so
sexy looking and yet so much bigger than my own.

Then she did something very thrilling. She began to massage my thigh with her
hands for a few moments. The sensation was extraordinary and I could tell she
enjoyed my befuddled reaction. Patting my thigh when she was done, she
exclaimed, "Were going to have to work on you're legs, but I'm not sure what's
more pathetic, your arms or your legs?"

Without giving me a chance to comment or catch my breath, she sang out again,
"I bet I can hold your leg prisoner!"

As soon as she said that she scissored my one thigh between both of hers. She
wasn't squeezing yet, and the sensation of skin against skin was making my
head swim.

"Go on, try and get out," she coaxed.

"Caitlin let me go!" I said firmly as I experimented with a little bit of
power and tried to remove my leg from her confining leg prison.

My efforts brought some giggles from Caitlin and then she started to really
squeeze my leg between her big thighs. That brought a more frantic response
from me, but no matter what I did, she held my leg fast between her two big
thighs.

She let up on the pressure a bit, and commented in a very sexy manner, "Can't
get out, huh?"

Desperately, I tried another ploy. "Come on, Caitlin, its almost five, and
we're do in the command center for a message."

She held me fast, but I saw her look at her watch.

"We've got time...I want to show you one more hold."

Then she was a blur of motion as I tried to put up some sort of defense.
Somehow, our exercising had turned into a wrestling match. In what seemed like
the blink of an eye, I found myself totally helpless. This time her mighty
legs were scissoring my middle, and she had her arms wrapped around my head
and she was holding me close to her bosom just under her own head. I felt like
a prey animal in the embrace of a python.

Most of my one arm was pinned under her body and all I could do with my free
hand from that arm was to lay it on her side. My other arm was free and I had
it on her ankles which were crossed, but I couldn't get any leverage to try
and unhook them. What I did after awhile was just to keep my hand on her one
ankle.

As she held my head tight to her bosom, she whispered, "Got Ya!...You'll never
get out of this one!"

As she spoke those words, she started to really squeeze my middle with those
big sexy legs of hers.

"Oh God!....No Caitlin!....Pplease...Noooo!"

"I'm not really squeezing hard!....This is just a little love hug!..I really
like you!"

Her statement caught me completely off guard. I thought she sure had a strange
way of showing her affection.

As she continued to hold me completely helpless between her sexy teenage legs,
my ribs felt like they were going to crack, and I was gasping for breath.
Through the pain, I wondered if she really was using only a fraction of her
power. If so, I really didn't want to make her mad. She was awesomely strong.

After awhile, it turned into a game for her. She would flex her muscles in
little jarring twitches causing me to utter little moans in response, and she
would giggle at my reactions.

"Uh!...Uh!...Uh!...."

Finally, she bent down and kissed my forehead. She looked at the lip stick
mark and laughed. With her arm still encircling my head, and me completely at
her mercy, she started to wipe off the smudge with her hand.

"No," she said, and then she bent down and held a long lingering kiss on my
forehead. When she took her lips away, she announced, "There now, I've marked
you so everyone can see you belong to me!"

"Caitlin, what are you talking about?"

After my question, she bent her head very close and whispered into my ear,
"Shhhhh!" And then she squeezed me and held me tighter till I was quiet and
didn't dare move.

"Ohhh! I could hug you like this forever!"

It didn't feel like a hug to me.

Then she really surprised me by saying, "I know you think I'm a lot younger
than you, but in a few years that won't matter a bit."

"Caitlin, what are you talking about?"

"Shhhhh!" she whispered again and then hit me with a burst of power from her
legs.

"Ohhhh!, Caitlin stop..Ohhhhh!"

She shushed me again, and used the power of her legs till I dare not speak.

"See!' she said, "PUN..ISH...MENT!...Wrong answers will be punished!....Right
answers will be rewarded!...Always remember that!"

All I could do was lay still and endure this. This sixteen year old girl could
make me say and do things I didn't think was possible for a grown man to
endure. I had to come up with a plan or the next month was going to be pure
hell.

Still holding me tightly, Caitlin looked at her watch again, and when she saw
the time, she scooted down my body a bit till her face was even with mine, but
she still held me securely with her

all powerful legs.

"Now, KISS ME!" she commanded."

"Cait..." was all I got out before her legs squeezed any remaining defiance
out of me.

"KISS ME!" she ordered again.

I turned my head and complied. I really didn't have any other alternative.

"Make it better!" she ordered in a little girls voice.

This time, I kissed her harder and it lasted longer.

"Whew!" That was better she said in a very pleased voice...See what a little
female discipline can accomplish."

This time, I remained silent at her strange remark. I just didn't want another
burst of power from her legs.

In a more contented voice, Caitlin asked, "Before we go to the command center,
I just want one more little itsy bitsy thing from you.....WHO'S THE BOSS!"

I hesitated too long because she hit me with another burst of power from her
legs, and she asked again, "WHO'S THE BOSS?"

I just had enough breath to say, "Yoouu!"

"Who?" she asked again.

"Caitlin!" I yelled.

That seemed to pacify her, and she eased the pressure on my midsection and
gave out with a contented little sigh.

Then in a more somber voice she added, "I know this is tough on your male
pride....So we'll go very slow at first.....But I promise you after awhile
you're going to love the things I can do to you, and soon your whole existence
even your reason for living will be about me and pleasing me....and our ages
won't seem to matter at all."

Then, she sighed and just held me tightly to her. I dare not move a muscle,
and I really couldn't have offered much resistance even if I wanted too. The
lull in the slaughter gave me time to think. I had to come up with a plan or
this very young teenage girl was going to get even more outrageous, and there
was no help insight for at least a month.

We were both at the console when Mrs. Dannings image appeared on screen. The
first words out of her mouth were, "Is everything nominal?"

Before I could answer, Caitlin replied, "A-OK mom, I mean chief. We've had our
first exercise session, and we're about to eat."

"Did everything go OK, I mean, is the equipment satisfactory?" she asked.

Both of us were silent for a second as we looked at each other, then Caitlin
answered, "Everything's fine, I mean nominal.

"Good!" Mrs. Danning said, "The equipment is a very important part of the
training room, I wouldn't want it to interfere with your conditioning."

God! The one thing I was afraid of was for the equipment to come up, and the
first thing out of Mrs. Dannings mouth was the exercise equipment. It was like
she could read minds or something. I hung my head for a second and hoped
Caitlin wouldn't bring up my inadequacies with the training equipment.

Caitlin first looked at Scott, and when she saw him hang his head, she looked
at her mother and winked. Then she replied, "Everything's fine, chief. What's
on the agenda for today?"

Constance Danning watched Scott very carefully for a second, and after Caitlin
spoke, she saw him left up his head and take a deep breath, seemingly grateful
for Caitlin's response. From her daughters wink and from Scott's reaction, she
was sure everything had gone to plan so far.

"I want you two to work on the heat dissipation problem, and you two have to
choose a commander by tomorrow evening.....And don't forget to put in your
exercise time in the training room."

"Why must their be a commander?" I asked. "I thought the object was for
Caitlin and I to solve things together.

Mrs. Danning listened to me intently and then she replied, "It is, but there
is always a commander, consider it protocol. We want to see if you can work
things out between the two of you. That's why we didn't choose a commander
before the mission started."

That sounded a bit odd, but there had been more than a few odd occurrences
already on the mission. I looked at Caitlin and she gave me a big smile. Her
smile was a bit unnerving.

When I turned back to Mrs. Danning, she was speaking again. "And after today,
I will only speak with the commander of the mission."

I spoke up again, this time with a more forceful voice.

"I guess I should be the commander."

Caitlin answered back sarcastically, "Fat chance!"

Her mom ignored our difference of opinion, and said, "How you choose a
commander is up to you, but after today, I will only speak to one of you."

Again I looked at Caitlin, and she was smiling even more cryptically. It was
an evil little smile, I thought. As I looked into her face, I was wondering if
I could reason with her on this, but I didn't have time to ponder the problem
because Mrs. Danning hit us with her next bombshell.

"We are also cutting your water consumption in half from the mission plan.
Come up with some water saving measures by tomorrow, and have the commander
fill me in."

After her statement, she cut off the feed and left Caitlin and I staring at a
blank screen. Just great! It was hot and we couldn't use a lot of water, and
on top of that I had to reason with a teenage girl who could kick my butt with
both hands tied behind her back..

"I turned to Caitlin hesitantly, and asked, "I'm older, Caitlin, and I have a
college degree..Well, I think I should lead."

Instead of blowing her top like I expected, she said very casually, "And
because your the man, right?"

Before I could answer her, she said even more casually, "Let's eat
first...Then we can decide who's boss!"

"It's not that I'll be boss, Caitlin, it's more ceremonial than anything.
We'll still be solving things together, and stuff."

Boy, that sounded really lame, but still Caitlin didn't get mad. Instead, she
said, "Let's eat, I'm hungry."

Eating did sound good. For the first time, I realized I was famished, but
Caitlin did have another surprise for me.

"What are you going to make?" she asked.

"Make!"

"I thought you wouldn't mind cooking the first day. After today, there'll be a
commander," and she winked at me, "and the other will have to be cook...so I
thought you wouldn't mind cooking today."

That seemed reasonable and her wink led me to believe she was going to be
reasonable about me being commander as well. So I decided to cook today. After
all, I could be reasonable too.

As we ate, we talked about the problems her mom was posing for us.

"We'll have to look at the schematics tonight to see if we can find the
heating problem," I said after taking a bite of my beef stroganoff.

Cramming another spoonful into her mouth, Caitlin replied, "You know, this is
really good!....Are you sure you don't want to be cook?"

"Caitlin!" I yelled, "the heating problem?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about that," she answered back and then
she crammed another portion of beef stroganoff into her mouth. Then trying to
talk with a mouthful of food, she added, "I've already looked at the
schematics, and I've already found the problem....It's in the Micronizer
assembly for the heating coil."

"You've already found the problem," I said totally surprised.

"Well, duh!...As if they really thought I wouldn't look there."

"Well, let's fix it," I said.

"No!" she answered back. "The heat won't be a problem for awhile, and if we
fix it too fast, they'll just give us something really hard to solve."

I had to grudgingly admit that Caitlin had a point, and she seemed to have
everything all figured out as well. Her way did sound reasonable. Why solve it
too fast. Most likely we would get something even harder to solve. Her way, we
had some time to relax, and solve our other problems.

"Have you solved the water problem too?" I asked jokingly.

"Uh huh!"

I didn't like the way she said that.

"I'll fill you in tomorrow," she said coyly.

I let it drop. I just didn't like the way she said, uh huh.

Hesitantly, I breached the last problem.

"And about the commander?" I asked a bit nervously and hesitantly.

"Oh that!....We can settle that little thing on the mats later," she said as
if it wasn't important.

"The mats?" I parroted back.

"Well, duh! Don't you think the strongest should rule?"

"What about intelligence?" I asked.

"Haven't you figured out that I'm a lot smarter than you are too!"

Was she baiting me? I ignored the bait and said, "I think I should be the
commander, Caitlin."

In a cock sure voice, she answered me, "Well, all you have to do is prove to
me you deserve to be leader...on the mats!"

Then as I contemplated that, she added, "Don't worry, I'll be a very benign
and gentle leader."

Her attitude was so arrogant and annoying. She was so damn sure of herself, it
really pissed me off. Despite what I had already seen of her strength and
abilities, I found myself taking up the challenge.

"Don't be too sure you'd win," I said in a very arrogant manner.

My statement must have taken her back for a moment. Then a really broad smile
lit up her face and she said, "That's the spirit!...But I will win!" And then
she made a muscle for my benefit. It seemed to just explode out of her arm.

I looked at it for a moment and gulped. Then I said, "Your going to use that
martial arts stuff on me, right?"

She looked at me and lifted her little pinky finger and said, "You know, I
could completely immobilize you with just my little finger."

What I said next completely surprised me, "You wouldn't be so confident, if
you couldn't use all that martial arts stuff on me."

She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and responded by saying, "What if I
promised not to use any of that? It would be just a little wrestling match."

I thought it over and said, "You can't use your legs, either?"

"Do you want me to tie my hands behind my back, and close my eyes too? No way,
choose one or the other," she said forcefully.

After some thought, I said, "No martial arts gimmicks."

"It's not a gimmick, its a discipline. An art form, really," she replied with
true passion in her voice. Then her smile changed to that evil little smile
from before and she added, "I thought you'd choose that...besides it wouldn't
be any fun if I couldn't use my legs on you," and then she took her hands and
rubbed them over her thighs in a very sexy manner, and winked at me.

At that point, I decided to make a strategic retreat and said, "I'm going to
my room."

Caitlin didn't harass me any further as she watched my strategic retreat. When
I was near the door, I heard her say, "See you later, Cookie."

I stopped, but didn't turn around to look at her. I knew what she was
implying. Then I left the room as fast as I could.

Back in my room, I sat on my bed and went over the schematics for the heating
assembly. Despite the fact, I was looking right where Caitlin said the problem
was, I could not find the problem. I studied them for a good two hours and was
beginning to think Caitlin was wrong when I finally spotted the very subtle
problem.

It was right where she said it was, but it was so subtle and buried so deeply
in the sub diagrams that I was momentarily startled at the fact that Caitlin
could have found it so quickly. The engineers had really hid it well. It
should have taken us days of very painstaking work to find it, and she had
found it in a matter of minutes. I sat up on the bed and stared at the wall in
front of me as I realized that she had to have a genius level IQ, and be
gifted in engineering as well. Then I realized further that Caitlin had many
gifts.

That's when I heard her voice. I had closed my door and I hadn't even heard
her open it, I was so absorbed.

When I looked up, she was leaning on the door frame as she casually asked in
an impish little voice, "Ready for our little match?"

"Don't you knock?" I shot back.

Her face went from a smile to a pout, but she ignored my question and asked
further, "Do you like my outfit?" After she posed her question, she entered my
small quarters, and turned around slowly modeling her new outfit for my
benefit.

She was wearing a very skimpy red Dayglow bikini. For a moment, I just stared
at her incredible body. She had the body of a much older woman, and it was
something to behold.

Finally, as continued to model for me, I said sternly, "That's not government
issue."

She stopped turning and in a very mischievous voice replied, "I smuggled it
in...just for you...You like!"

I did like it. God! She looked great!

Seeing that she had my complete attention, she stunned me further by saying,
"Since your nude from the waste up, I thought I might fight without my top
on...I mean just to even things up."

"What?" I yelled.

First, she gave me sexy look and turned her back to me, then she turned her
head back toward me and gave me a sexy little laugh too, and then proceeded to
take her top off. Holding her one arm across her breasts and still facing away
from me, she began to swing her top over her head eventually tossing it over
her shoulder and right at me.

I caught it and stared at it for a moment. I fought off a brief urge to bring
it to my face and smell it. Then I looked back at her and yelled, "Caitlin,
this isn't right!...what would your mother say?"

That's when she turned around. She had one arm covering her massive breasts
still trying to hide them from my view. She was obviously playing a game with
me, and I felt myself being sucked in despite my best efforts at staying above
her lewd behavior.

Seeing my eyes staring at her poorly concealed boobs, Caitlin replied, "I
caught you staring at these little puppies of mine more than once..I know you
want to see them...But there not really so little are they?"

That's when she removed her arm form across her gorgeous teenage breasts. I
couldn't help but stare, they commanded my attention. They were large, round,
and perfectly formed. If she had been older, I would have thought that she had
breast implants, but I knew Caitlin had no need for that. Like so much about
her, she was absolute perfection.

"Maybe we should skip the match," I mumbled out, still looking at those
magnificent breasts of hers.

Ignoring my words again, she teased, "After you lose...I might even let you
play with them...Wouldn't you like that?"

I shook my head to try and clear it from the spell she was weaving. Again, I
tried to reason with her, "Caitlin, we can't let our baser instincts get the
best of us!" and I repeated, "What would your mother say?"

This time she answered me.

"No one's here to see. I'm not going to tell, are you? Besides, its just the
human body....And I know you want to touch them!"

God! I did want to touch them.

Then she changed her tact and replied, "You're not chickening out, are
you?....Cause if I have to, I'll just carry you over to the gym."

"I think you better leave, young lady," I said in my best fatherly voice, and
I got up and tried to steer her out the door. I was going to try and reason
with her later about being commander, once she had cooled off a bit.

That's when she pounced. She pushed me back till I toppled over backwards onto
the bed. With a speed I couldn't cope with, she placed one of her arms around
my head, and the other around my legs and squeezed me into a tight little
ball. For a moment, she let me try and free myself, but my powerful back
muscles and leg muscles couldn't overcome the grip she had on me with her
arms.

Finally, when she saw I was completely helpless, she moved her face right next
to mine and commented, "That was easy!...I love beef stroganoff, you're going
to be making that a lot. Then squeezing me into an even tighter ball, she
backed up, got off the bed, and lifted me up with her as she rose.

Holding me helpless and in a tight little ball cradled in her arms like a
small baby she commented further as she started to carry me to the gym, "I'm
going to begin your training now...Struggle if you can...I'll enjoy it a lot
more if you put up a good fight."

What was she talking about, my training? Was she planning on teaching me how
to fight? That would be very embarrassing.

Even as she carried me, I was finding it hard to breath, but I did try to
struggle in her arms. I was just not getting anywhere. I couldn't make her
arms open up even an inch, and to make matters worse, those huge breasts of
hers were just inches away and they were very distracting.

When she saw me struggling, she said happily, "That's the spirit!...Fight me
hard!..It won't do you any good, but it will really turn me on!"

She carried me in this humiliating manner right into the gym. I even had time
to marvel at her strength. She didn't have any trouble with my weight, and her
arms were just so overpoweringly strong. If I had any thoughts about winning
the job of leader she had quickly dispelled that.

When she got to the gym, she carried me to the center of the room, but didn't
put me down. If someone would have come into the room just then, they would
have been greeted with a strange sight.

A young teenage girl who had fixed her blonde hair up into a double pony tail
was carrying an older boy who was completely at the young girls mercy. She had
him scrunched into a little ball in her arms while she held him effortlessly
off the floor. Her massive but oh so gorgeous legs sticking out below him
supporting his weight with ease, and her young perky face smiling at her
little prize as she held him. Even though the young girl was a bit bigger and
more massive than the man, it still would have been a strange sight to see.

When she was ready, she started to talk to me.

"I guess a fight with me is really out of the question for you....So I guess
I'll just start right in on your training...Feel free to struggle, like I
said, it really turns me on."

All I got out of my mouth is, "Caitlin, this is craz.." that's when she let go
and dropped me right on the mat. It stunned me for a second, and she pounced
once again before I could react.

We wrestled around for a second or two till she completely immobilized me
again. This time, I was pinned beneath her with her awesome legs wrapped
around my legs in a powerful grapevine. Above, she had her huge breasts
smothering my face, and she was smiling down at me as I peered back up at her
through the cleavage. Her superior weight and her gorgeous legs easily kept me
motionless beneath her. Every so often she would left her breasts slightly so
I could breath. If I struggled, she flexed her legs causing me instant pain.
Soon I just laid motionless peering helplessly up at her as she began to
speak.

"Now that I have your complete attention, didn't I tell you that you'd like my
breasts?"

After her statement, and before I could answer her, she completely engulfed my
face in those two gorgeous melons of hers. As she did so, she used her
shoulders to shake those stupendous globes back and forth grinding them into
my face.

When she let up and lifted them so she could see me, I was red faced,
breathless, and horny as hell. She smiled down at me for a few moments
savoring my predicament than she began to speak once more.

"Now for your first lesson, always remember that defiance or wrong answers
will be punished like this..."

After her statement, She flexed her legs and extended them out taking my
helpless legs along with hers. Instantly, I tried to cry out as ligaments and
tendons were stretched beyond their limits, but her tits muffled my scream. My
eyes must have been bugging out of their sockets as I endured the pain and
stared back up peaking over her boobs and into her remorseless face.

When she thought I had had enough of my first lesson, she let up and gave me
some time to recover. When I had recovered sufficiently, she was speaking
again, "Of course, the choice of your punishment will be solely at my
discretion...But correct action and statements on your part will also be
rewarded."

As soon as she said that, she took my hands and pinned them flat, and
untangling our legs, she moved up a bit on my body so that she could press her
lips down hard on mine in a very dominant embrace. Her sexy female body was
hunched over mine completely controlling me as she kissed me hard. I felt so
small and insignificant as her body completely engulfed mine beneath her in a
very sexy and dominant manner.

When she released my imprisoned lips, I was even more breathless, and my penis
was reacting to her as well. Then she smothered my face in those breasts of
hers again. As I stared up at her smiling face, I could see that she was
breathing hard too.

"That's lesson number one!....Remember it!"

"I tried to talk, but with her tits covering my mouth, it came out in garbled
gibberish, "Mmmlsnbch.."

Her smile broadened and she giggled at my attempt at communication. Then she
was talking again, "Before, I got the impression that you really didn't want
to play with my tits. So now, you have to pay them a little homage."

As she said that, she quickly wound her legs around mine again, she lifted her
breasts slightly off my face, and she asked, "Can you do that for me?....Shake
your head if you'll do that little thing for me."

I knew if I shook my head, no, what would happen to me again, and I really
didn't want to ever feel that again so I shook my head, up and down.

"Good boy!" she cooed. "now, kiss the right one!....make it
nicer!..nicer!...That's it!..Now, the other one!....NICER!....that's
it!....Your such a good boy!"

I felt so ashamed, but what could I do? She was so much stronger than me as to
make my efforts laughable, and I'm ashamed to admit it, but I really did want
to kiss her boobs.

"See! I knew you wanted to kiss them....I can tell you like them a lot!"

I knew what she was referring too. Despite the fact that she was womanhandling
me, and I was totally embarrassed. I had a raging boner and she could feel it
through my government issued shorts.

Finally, she said excitedly, "Let's continue on with the games!"

As she said that, she started to maneuver my outclassed body once again. I
tried to fight back, but it was useless. Her last statement made me realize
this wasn't a fight to her. I was much too inferior to her to actually fight
her, but rather this was just a game to her...and I was the toy.

When she stopped again, I was completely immobilized as usual. This time, she
was sitting behind me with her big legs wrapped around my middle, and her arm
was around my throat, but it was tight but not choking me. I was struggling,
but all I could seem to do was reach up with my hand, and pull her hair. That
brought an immediate reaction from her.

"STOP PULLING MY HAIR AND STOP STRUGGLING!" she commanded. "I'll let you know
when I want you to struggle."

And in response, she tightened her choke hold and let me have it with her
legs. I immediately stopped struggling and let go of her hair.

"Good boy! she said, "now, listen up." as she eased the pressure in response.
"You belong to me!...And I can do anything I want to you...And I probably will
in the next month."

My God! She was making me her slave! What was I going to do? What could I do?

"Always remember, your more than a slave. I'm going to be training you,
though...So in the future, you'll make a really good husband."

What was she talking about? She wanted me to be her husband? In response to
her words, I started to struggle again.

"STOP!" she commanded, and as I felt her big thighs squeeze me again, I
immediately stopped struggling. I just couldn't cope with those mighty legs of
hers.

"See! You really don't have any options. I'm bigger, much stronger than you,
and I'm a lot smarter too...But don't worry, after a time, your going to love
what I can do to you. As a matter of fact, I will become your whole
world....You'll worship me, do what ever I say, and you'll grow love it."

That sounded like being a slave to me.

Then she gave my ear a little love bite, and held me even tighter as she spoke
once more, "In return, I'll take care of you, protect you, and love you in my
fashion."

After her statement, she was moving again taking my body with her. As she did,
she yelled once again, "Let the games continue!"

This time when she stopped moving, her legs were scissoring my middle as I lay
stretched out before her on the mat.. She was in a sitting position with her
hands propping up her body as she watched me with a smile on her face and she
held me fast.

Then she commanded, "Now, I want you to struggle, and make it good!"

I had no choice but to try and get free as she scissored my middle completely
controlling me with just her legs. For the next five minutes, I struggled to
get free. When I let up from exhaustion, she would squeeze even harder till I
started to struggle even harder.

From time to time, I could hear her give out with a little laugh as one or
another of my actions amused her, but I really had no chance of breaking free.
This teenage girl could literally do anything she wanted with me. There was
nothing I could do to stop her, and the realization hit home that we were
going to be alone for the next month.

She could see I was exhausted, and when I stopped fighting this time, she
didn't squeeze me. Instead, she started to talk again.

"Aren't you glad I'm using my legs, I can make them squeeze you a little like
this..."

"No, Pplease," I begged.

"Or I can squeeze a little harder.."

"NOOO! Stop, please."

"Or I can squeeze even harder..."

"OH GOD! NO!....Pplease stoppppp!..."

I was getting woozy and the room was spinning. It felt like I was about to
pass out when she finally let up.

With her right hand still propping herself up she took her left hand and
placed it on my jaw and shook my head back and forth while she asked me,
"Which squeeze did you like best?"

I could barely hear her I was so groggy.

Tapping my face lightly she said, "Hey! Don't go to sleep on me."

As she continued to slap my face gently, she started to bring me around.

"That's better! Now, which did you like best?...My legs want to know."

The situation was completely absurd, but I wasn't about to tell her that. "The
light squeeze," I said timidly.

"Wrong answer," she replied and then she hit me with a terrific jolt from her
all powerful legs.

"OH God! No!..Ppleasssse! Stopppp!"

Caitlin let up momentarily, and she quickly repositioned her legs high up on
my chest, and then started to squeeze again.

"Quick! Beg them to stop!"

The pain was intense and I couldn't breath, but I managed to find my voice,
"Please, Caitlin, stop."

"Don't tell me!...Tell them!...Beg them to stop hurting you!"

I lifted my head and spoke to her massive thigh just inches from my face,
"Pplease your killing me..Stooopppp!"

I heard her giggle and then she said excitedly, "Give it some
encouragement!....Kiss it!...That's it!...Make it nicer!...Let me hear those
kisses!..That's it!"

Caitlin watched the scene completely excited by his actions, and she felt her
pussy starting to get wet even as she laughed at the completely ridiculous
scene.

"Rub it!...Show it that you love it!" she commanded. "That's it!" And in
response to my feverish and loving ministrations she let up on her squeeze
before I passed out.

Still groggy, I felt her grab my hair and lift my head up for the next
embarrassing round.

"Now, tell my thigh that you love it!" she commanded.

I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and I could see she was watching
me intently and she was waiting to react if there was even the slightest
disobedience on my part. I had absolutely no choice, her legs controlled my
world.

"I love Caitlin's thighs," I yelled.

"Louder!"

"I LOVE YOU!" I yelled Then in an abject show of complete submission I kissed
her big thigh once again, and then I hugged it and laid my face on it.

With tears welling up, I begged, "But please don't hurt me ever again!"

I heard Caitlin give out with an excited little squeal of joy at my complete
submission.

Then she was moving again, but this time she was letting my body stay where it
was. I had been completely wrung out like a dishrag. I had no energy left, and
really couldn't move if I tried. I closed my eyes and waited trying to catch
my breath. When I opened my eyes again, Caitlin was descending on me. She sat
on my chest and folded her long marvelous legs on either side of my head
pinning my shoulders down a the same time.

To get my attention, she rubbed her thighs on my ears instantly scaring me
back to full consciousness.

"Listen up," she commanded. "We're almost done with your first training
lesson, but I need an official surrender from you first."

While she was talking she was playing with my face with her hands. Making me
grin or holding my nose shut with her fingers or whatever suited her fancy. I
didn't try to stop her. How could I?

As she toyed with me, I understood what she was talking about. I looked up at
her and nodded my acceptance of her terms.

Then she patted my cheek, got up, and changed positions again. She grabbed my
hair and repositioned me too so that she was kneeling in front of me while I
was laying on my stomach and looking directly at her bikini which was only
inches from my face.

"Now, who is the commander and who is the underling?" she asked.

"You're the boss!" I said.

"Louder!"

"YOU'RE THE BOSS!" I yelled.

"And who is the cook and slave?"

"I AM!" I yelled.

"See how easy that was to settle," she cooed.

I tried to lower my head in shame even as she held on to my hair.

"To seal it, you must kiss my crotch and tell me once again who the ruler is."

I kissed her crotch and yelled, "YOU ARE THE RULER!"

I heard a pleased little sigh emanate from her lips, and then she was getting
up and dragging me along by the hair. When we were both on our feet, she let
me go and issued her first official order as commander.

"Take off your shorts," she commanded.

I hesitated for just a moment and when she started to move towards me, I
quickly reached for my shorts. She responded by stopping and laughing at my
response, but she continued to watch me with sort of a half pleased half
crazed look on her face..

"For the rest off our time in the module, you will remain naked!...Do you
understand?"

I stopped taking my shorts down and nodded that I understood. It just kept
getting worse.

When she saw me stop, she walked over and forcefully pulled my pants down the
rest of the way revealing my hard on. Despite my condition and all the
humiliation I had endured, I still had a boner.

Then she made me step out of them, and twirled them on her finger while I
tried to hide my privates with my hand.

"You won't need these anymore," she sang out still twirling them on her
finger. "Now remove your hand before you make me mad."

I sighed, but I did as I was told.

Then she looked down in fascination staring at my erection.

"Ummm! It's a nice size, I like that."

What she did next, was very embarrassing. She actually grabbed hold of my
shaft, and started to lead me around the room like a dog on a leash. Her touch
made me shiver, but I followed.

When she was through with that game, she was ready for another.

"I think its time for a shower, I worked up a nice sweat training you today,"
she casually remarked.

"You go first," I said.

All she did was laugh. Her laugh made me shiver even more.

"Carry me to the shower," she ordered.

I was dead tired from the ordeal she had just put me through. I wasn't very
steady on feet yet, and I really didn't think I could carry her at the moment,
but I really couldn't cope with any of her penalties either. So I reached down
and tried to pick her up and cradle her in my arms.

I got her off the ground, but I soon found my arm strength giving out. God!
She was so heavy! She had to weigh a ton. As my arms gave out and my feet
buckled, she leapt right out of my arms before I dropped her.

"Are you so incredibly weak that you can't even carry a sixteen year old
girl," she scolded.

I wanted to say something, but I thought the better of it, and just hung my
head in shame.

What she did next shouldn't have surprised me. She reached under my arm pits
with her big hands and lifted. I immediately felt my feet leave the ground.
Soon my feet were dangling next to her legs a good foot off the ground. As she
held me suspended in mid air above her, she chided, "I guess it will be up to
me, a teenage girl, to do all the carrying around here."

As she held me above her with her arms out stretched completely, and my feet
dangling off the ground, she gave me a sexy smile, shook her head from side to
side, and made a tsk tsk sound like she was disgusted with me.

I was so embarrassed, but my mind still could ask a question. Why did she have
to look so damn sexy while she was abusing me.

After holding me up in that manner for some time, she began to raise and lower
my body a bit testing my weight.

"Boy! You sure are a lightweight," she commented. "I could hold you up like
this all day if I wanted too."

As I looked down at her, I had to agree with her assessment. She had
incredible strength for a teenager or for any woman for that matter.

"And you must like me carrying you, because you sure have a big old boner."

I didn't know why I was reacting to her the way I was. She did have one
incredible body, but the way she was handling me should have dampened my
ardor.

Then she moved me closer to her body, but still held me effortlessly off the
ground as she began to talk.

"Now I want you to put your legs around my waist...Good boy!.....Now place
your hands around my neck....Such a good little boy!"

As I did what she asked, I actually started to feel like a little boy. She was
just so much bigger and stronger than me it was incredible. When I had done as
she instructed, she placed both of her arms around my midsection and hugged me
tightly to her as she began to walk.

"Wwhat are you going to do with me?" I asked timidly.

"Shhh! She scolded as she walked with me in her arms to her quarters. I had no
idea what was coming next, but for some reason I did feel safe in her arms.

When we got to her room she walked right to the adjoining washroom and opened
the door.

As she carried me into the bathroom, it finally dawned on me what she intended
to do.

"Not that," I begged.

My legs were still around her midsection as she easily supported my weight.
Letting go with one of her arms, she grabbed my jaw and turned my face down
towards her as she spoke.

"How did you suppose we were going to solve the water problem, We have to take
coed showers. There's just no other way." Then she giggled and added,
"Besides, it'll be more fun that way."

Transferring me to her hip, so she had her one arm free, she turned on the
water in the shower, and then she remarked, "I'm going to turn you in my arms
so you can take off my bikini bottoms....Do you think your strong enough to do
that for me?"

I looked at her a bit frightened, but I did remember to nod, yes.

"Good boy! she said in a little girl's voice then she started to turn my body
in her arms. In a matter of seconds, I found myself facing the floor.

"Now show me how strong you are, and pull down my bottoms."

As I saw her bikini bottoms and her mammoth thighs from this unusual
perspective, I felt myself reaching out, grabbing hold of her bikini's
bottoms, and actually trying to pull them down as she encouraged me.

"That's it!...Show me how strong you are!....Come on, you can do it!...You're
stronger then that!...That's it!...Good boy!"

They wouldn't budge at first, but I was persistent. As I started to inch them
down her legs, she actually lowered my body along with her panties so I could
keep them moving down her legs. When they were at her ankles she kicked up,
and actually caught them in one hand even as she held me close to her body
suspended above the floor with the other hand.

When she had righted me, and replaced me on her hip again, she handed me her
bikini briefs.

"You can have them," she said, "after all, you did such a good job of removing
them."

I took the briefs and stared at them for a moment. That's when she had another
order for me.

"Put them over your face!" she commanded.

I looked at her in desperation, but I didn't find any pity on her lovely face.
So I had to do as she commanded. I placed them over my face with the thin
strand of the back of her bikini briefs running down the entire length of my
face. I had to look totally ridiculous.

She took my jaw, with her big hand once again, and moved my face from side to
side, looking me over, as she spoke, "You look so silly! I know you wanted to
get in my panties, but I don't think you envisioned it quite this way, did
you?"

She looked at me waiting for a reply till I had to nod my head, agreeing with
her. Then she stepped into the shower with me still on her hip.

"Now we're gong to play another game," she said laughingly as she held my body
into the spray. "If your feet touch the tile, you lose and I'll have to
penalize you....So don't let them touch the floor at any cost.....And it's not
going to be easy for you because I'm going to soap both of us up really good."

After she told me the rules, she removed the panties from off my face and
started to soap up my body with some sort of liquid soap she had produced
right out of thin air. As she started to rub the soap on my chest with her big
hand, I immediately reacted to her touch and sighed, "Ohhhh!"

She laughed at my reaction and continued really soaping me up. First, my chest
got a good lathering and my back and arms too and even my face, but Caitlin
took care not to get any soap in my eyes. Then she repositioned me in her arms
and started to lather my legs till I had a good lather everywhere on my body
except one place.

"Now, for the really fun part!" she exclaimed as she repositioned me again.

This time, she held me, like a small child. I was sitting on her left hand
nestled next to her body while her one arm and hand supported my entire weight
as my feet dangled down next to her legs. I still had a huge boner and when I
looked at her, I could see her gazing at it. Her big boobs were just so
tantalizingly close, I couldn't fight back the urge and I reached out and
touched one.

"Not till I tell you," she commanded.

I quickly withdrew my hand.

Then she exclaimed, "I really think you're going to enjoy this!"

"I can do that," I said shyly.

"Shhhh!" she whispered. "Remember who's commander? Besides, I know you're
going to enjoy this!....I know you're going to enjoy it a lot!"

Immediately after her statement, she started to lather my rigid shaft making
sure to rub the soap in as she applied it liberally all along its length.

I responded by moaning again and wiggling in her arms.

That made her laugh as she soaped my balls and then went back to work on my
shaft.

"I'm going to explode," I yelled out.

"Better not!...Try and hold it!" she warned. Then she added, "They'll be
another penalty, if you don't."

My motions became even more exaggerated as she continued to rub my shaft, but
I tried to hold it. I didn't want a penalty. I could only imagine, with
complete horror, what Caitlin's cunning imagination might come up with.

Still, I new I was about to lose it.

Gagging my gyrations, at the last moment, Caitlin grabbed the base of my penis
and squeezed. There was momentary pain, but it had the desired effect. It
immediately quenched my fire and dampened my ardor.

"Good boy!....See I told you, you could hold it!"

Then she reached up with her hand and drew my cheek close to her and kissed
it.

"I'll take care of mister bones later, but right now you have a job to do,
mister..Understand?"

I was dazed, confused, and completely ashamed, but I remembered to nod.

"Good boy!"

Then she produced a small brush with a grip on one side of it. Placing three
of her fingers in it, she proceeded to start to roughly work the soap into my
body. Her touch was not gentle and I yelled, "Ouch!" from time to time. Which
usually brought a laugh from her and then she would scrub a bit gentler.

She scrubbed me for a good five minutes, rearranging my body as she went till
every part of my body had been thoroughly cleaned. It wasn't long into the
scrubbing that my boner returned.

After my cleaning, I thought she would hold me into the spray for a good
rinsing, but she had other ideas.

"Now, you're going to lather and scrub me....Do you think you can do that
little thing for me?" she asked.

This time, as I stared into her beautiful teenage face, I nodded more
enthusiastically. The thought of that really didn't sound so bad, and maybe
she was going to finally put me down.

"I thought you might like that!" she said gleefully. "Now, open your mouth."

I stared at her a bit mystified, but I opened my mouth.

She proceeded to put the brush into my mouth, and as she did so, she warned,
"Don't drop this!..or they'll be another penalty!...Do you understand?"

I nodded again. I had to look completely ridiculous naked and still completely
lathered from head to foot with a brush stuck in my mouth.

She responded by laughing and then giving me a few more instructions.

"Now, you're going to soap me up and then you'll use the brush on me,
understand?"

I looked at her for a second and didn't understand. Was she going to put me
down?"

Seeing my confusion, Caitlin explained the rules of this new game.

You can use your hands to lather me, but the brush stays in your mouth,
understand?"

It sounded totally ridiculous, but I nodded again.

I'll move you around as we go, and go slowly, but remember if the brush falls
out of your mouth or if you touch the tile...There will be a penalty.

Caitlin and her damn penalties!

"Now, start on my boobs!" she commanded.

I put a lot of soap on my hands and started to work it all of her large
perfect breasts. They were so wonderful to touch, and the slimy soap just
added immeasurably to the experience. Of course, I was still holding on to the
small brush with my mouth.

For the first time, I heard her react and she moaned and closed her eyes as I
continued to soap up her monsters. Then I started working the soap down her
ribs to her stomach. As I worked, she lowered me in her arms till I couldn't
reach down any farther, and that's when my perspective began to change as she
repositioned me by turning me upside down in her arms. I felt a moment of
panic as the soap almost made her lose her grip, but she caught me before I
hit the tile.

I heard her giggle again and she said, "Wow! That was close! You almost had to
pay a penalty."

I didn't see why I would have had to pay a penalty. She was the one that
almost dropped me. Of course, I didn't voice this. I would have dropped the
brush and then I would have gotten a penalty. As she held me dangling upside
down, just above the tile, I had a moment to appreciate Caitlin's tremendous
strength. She had been holding me in her arms in various positions, for
fifteen minutes, and she didn't sound as if she was getting tired at all. She
was truly the most incredible teenager I had ever met.

Lowering me almost to the tile, she commanded, "Start on my feet first, and
I'll raise you slowly so you can get at my legs."

Holding the bottle of soap in one hand, I began to work the soap in with the
other. As I finished one area, she slowly began to raise me so I could work on
another. First, I lathered up her feet making sure not to touch the tile. Then
her ankles, and as she slowly raised me, I began to work on her shins and
calves. Those calves of hers were simply huge and rock hard to the touch. She
was a gorgeous teenager chiseled in stone.

As I continued to work, I heard her say, "Don't worry about my calves and the
back of my body, you'll get that later."

Even as I was lifted higher, I wondered about what she meant by that, but I
didn't have long to worry about it because her awesome thighs came into view
and her cute little bush as well. By this time, she was holding me with her
arms tightly gripped together around my waist so as to make sure the soap
wouldn't make her lose her grip on my body. Both my feet were over her head
and to one side and I was sure my raging hardon was somewhere near her face.

As I began to work the soap into her magnificent thighs, I could feel their
exquisite perfection. They were so female in appearance and beautiful to
behold, but I could feel their underlying power as well, and they were so
incredibly large in comparison to my smaller hands too. Together with the
sensation of being held upside down, completely in Caitlin's power, made my
head spin and sent new feelings reeling through my brain. She was such a
magnificent specimen of the opposite sex, it made me feel so insignificant in
her arms, but at the same time, it was thoroughly thrilling as well. At that
moment, I asked myself what was she doing to my mind?

When I finally got to the promised land, I hesitated for a moment and I heard
her say, "Don't be shy..It won't bite you."

So I dove in. I worked the soap into the fine golden hairs of her bush, and
massaged deeper into her pubic mound as well.

I stopped when I heard a long low moan emanate from above.

"Continue!" she commanded with urgency.

And I gently and lovingly continued on with my assignment rubbing every part
of her private domain.

Finally, she lifted me higher and turned me again so that I saw her face for
the first time in a while. Her face was flush and her eyes were heavy lidded
and the nipples on her breasts were engorged with blood and sticking straight
out defying gravity.

Then she placed me on her hip again, and turned the water back on and stuck
only her head in the spray. She held it there for a minute or two as I heard
her moan again. When she removed it, she was more under control as she said,
"Whew! I almost lost it there. For a moment, I almost took your cute little
body right here and now."

I still had the brush in my mouth so couldn't speak. If I could have, I would
have told her that just wouldn't be right.

As if she could read my mind, she said, "Even though I own and command your
cute little body, even I have to take orders from time to time."

What did she mean?

Then she was commanding me, and manipulating my body again.

"But you're not done yet so over you go."

This time, as she moved my body over her shoulders, she grabbed on to my
ankles and started to lower me back down her body. I was transported past the
twin globes of her luscious ass and stopped about half way down her legs. Even
though I was to close to her to appreciate what an awesome site we must be, I
realized that my body was dangling next to the back of hers and that she was
holding me up by gripping on to my ankles with her powerful hands.

"Get started!" she commanded.

After her command, she lifted her foot up, from the back, so I could reach it
and her awesome calves. As I began to soap them, I realized that she was
supporting the two of us on just one leg. This time, after I soaped an area, I
had to use the brush which was still in my mouth. At first, I had to strain my
body to reach her with the brush, but somehow I managed.

Slowly, she raised me as I plied my trade. When I got to her lovely ass, I
paused for a moment. It was truly breathtaking from this perspective, and as I
worked in the soap, I marveled at its size, the firmness of its two rounded
globes, and tightness of those two sexy ass cheeks.

Then I got a more intimate view as she drew me closer and I worked the brush
across its broad expanse. When I thought I was done, she had another surprise
for me.

"Now I want you to drop the bottle and spread my ass cheeks apart and as I
lower you up and down, I want you to really get in there and do a good job for
me....can you do that little thing for me?"

I answered her by spreading her ass cheeks apart, and then she lowered me up
and down as I tried to clean the inside of her ass cheeks. I tried to move my
face as close to her butt as I could as she lowered me up and down so I could
do a more effective job.

My face was rubbed across the broad expanse of her inner ass as I moved. All
in all, it really wasn't that degrading because I did love her cute little
ass.

When she was satisfied, Caitlin pulled me up and over her body again till I
nestled snugly in her arms. I must have had an unusual look on my face even as
I still held onto the brush with my mouth because she laughed as she grabbed
hold of the brush and discarded it.

Then she kissed me long and passionately rubbing my soapy chest massaging it
even as she kissed me. The sensation was totally overwhelming, and I felt as
if I was about to explode once again.

After the kiss, she said excitedly, "Now, like I promised, I'll do something
about that dingus of yours."

She carried me to one corner of the stall away from the spray, and then began
to really manipulate my penis with her hand. The sensation was unbelievable as
the soap made the experience even better. Finally, I exploded my cum right
into the side of the shower stall as she held my body close to it. I heard her
laugh out joyously as my body quaked and rocked in her arms in spasms of
delight.

Afterwards, I just slumped in her arms, and I felt like my whole body had been
rung out like a dishrag once again. I felt so weak and helpless too, so
dominated and controlled, so totally Caitlin's.

Then she turned the spray on full, and adjusted the temperature. When it was
just right, she lifted me into it by holding me up under the armpits. I felt
like a small baby again as her incredible strength controlled me and
manipulated my body at will.

As the spray washed the soap away, she moved me around under it so that every
part of my body was thoroughly rinsed. Then she cradled me in her arms and
stepped into the spray herself. Taking my hand, she massaged her breasts with
it as the spray hit her body. I couldn't stop her and I realized, I didn't
want too. It was like she controlled every part of me even my mind. How had
this young girl done this to me in such a short time. Then I realized that
maybe I had secretly wanted to be manipulated and controlled by a beautiful
woman. My mother had been such a commanding influence in my life, and I had
always given into her wishes too.

When we both were thoroughly rinsed, she turned off the water, opened the
stall door, and carried me out. While she did so, my mind had time to wonder
how a twenty five minute shower had conserved water.

At this point, I had found my voice an asked.

"Caitlin, I can walk."

"Isn't this so much more fun," she answered back. "Besides, I'm not so sure
that you could walk if I set you down right now."

Maybe, she was right. I did feel so incredibly weak at the moment, like I had
just fought off a bout of the flu, but it was Caitlin who had done this to me.

She carried me to her bed and gently sat me down on it. Then she produced a
towel and started to wipe off her incredible body with it. I was mesmerized as
she worked. I watched every detail as she wiped her face and then her boobs
and then each long sexy leg in turn even her toes. My breath caught in my
throat as I watched her rub her bush and inner thighs with it, and then her
sexy young ass even sticking the towel deep in her butt crack.

When she was dry she didn't discard the towel. Instead, she took the same
towel she had just used to dry herself off with and rubbed it all over my
face. My hands went up to try and stop her, but I really had no chance of
making Caitlin stop anything she wanted to do.

When my face was dry..sort off. She went on to other parts of my body not
missing a single spot. I remember when I was very young and my mother had
dried me. For some reason, this humiliating experience brought up those
earlier times.

When we were thoroughly dry, she placed me on her lap, sighed heavily, and
asked, "Now, was that so bad?"

Before I answered her, I looked down and saw I had another boner. I sighed
myself and realized that this was a state I was going to be in a lot in the
coming month.

I didn't answer her question. Instead, I think I surprised her when I asked
something totally different.

"Caitlin, you said before that you were going to marry me?"

"Uh Huh! When I turn eighteen, will be man and wife."

"Don't you think I might have some reservations, and your mother might have
some reservations too."

"Well, duh! What do you think were here for?....Mom want's to make sure you're
the one....I already know that you're just perfect for me."

"I don't understand?....And what about my feelings?" I said totally confused.

She spoke fast and the words just poured from her mouth, "Why do you think you
were chosen?....Not for the mission, silly, but for me!....You're just
perfect! You're smart, but not anywhere near as smart as me!...And you're cute
too with a slim little body just the way I like it!...And your a bit older,
but that really doesn't matter when it comes to deciding who's the boss
between us!...And your little muscles are so deliciously weak too!...There's
just no way for you to defend yourself against me!...Why there's nothing I
couldn't do to you if I really wanted too!...But don't worry, I'm going to go
slow."

This revelation was making my head swim, and did she really call what she had
already done to me, going slow.

"What about the mission?" I asked.

"Oh, That's ligit, but it's not the first priority. My mom wants to make sure
your the one for me."

"Your mom is in on this?" I asked incredulously.

"Uh Huh! She wants me to be happy, so she's giving me time to pick my hubby
and train him too."

"Then what your doing to me is what you call my training?"

"Uh Huh! My mom says men have a hard time adjusting to having the woman be
boss!....She say's it runs a bit counter to evolution!..The man as hunter
gatherer and all that boloney!...So the man has to be trained."

A little bit afraid of the next answer, I asked with some trepidation, "What
are you going to do to me?"

"Why train you, of course, so that you'll be just the way I want
you!".....Then seeing my confusion, she elaborated.

"First, I'm going to condition you to my body. That means I'll be doing things
like sitting on your face and you'll spend a lot of time between my legs
too...That means a lot of squeezing!...Then, I'll move you on to other parts
of my body like my toes and of course, my breasts too."

I just shook my head in horror. This was too much to digest, and I knew there
wasn't much I could do to stop her either. She was just too incredibly strong.

Seeing my confusion, she elaborated further.

"I guarantee your going to just love it....Except for maybe, when I have to
discipline you. In time, you will grow to love my body and even crave it.
There will be a time in the not to distant future when all that you will think
about is my body and how to please me."

"Your going to discipline me too?"

"Oh, of course!....I'm sure I'll have to spank your little bottom on more than
one occasion, and there will always my legs too. I'm sure a lengthy session
with them will make you less defiant, but I promise you that my little
discipline sessions will be varied enough to always keep you guessing."

She had this all thought out. What was I going to do?

Before I had time to ask any more questions, she grabbed my face and kissed it
hard once again. When are lips parted, she had more bad news for me.

"I have two more surprises for you!"

I was beginning to hate her surprises.

"First, you won't be needing your own room. You'll be sleeping with me from
now on."

From somewhere, a kernel of defiance reared its ugly head and I yelled, "No
way!"

She quickly wrestled me into a new position. I was facing down across her one
big thigh while she easily held both my hands out of the way in the
unbreakable grip of just one of her hands. Her other leg squeezed and
imprisoned both of my legs between her two legs. When I was totally helpless
with my ass sticking up in the air, she said, "Is it always going to be this
way when I give you a surprise or issue you a simple command?"

"Caitlin, plea..."

I didn't even get the words out of my mouth when I heard a loud CRACK and then
I instantly felt pain.

She spanked me for a good five minutes reducing me to tears, and between sobs
I begged her too stop.

"Oh God! Please, Caitlin!...Stop!...Please!"

I don't know how many times she hit me. All I know is that I never wanted to
experience it ever again. When she let up, she asked again, "Now, do you have
any problem with the accommodations?"

In a sobbing voice I yelled, "Oh god no! I'll be happy too move in!"

"Good!" she replied, "you have to watch....I'm very sensitive."

Not as sensitive as my ass was feeling just then. I had to have time to think
and to plot. I couldn't cope with her muscles. I was going to do everything
she wanted...for the time being. Maybe, I could come up with a plan, later.

Sitting me back upright on her knee, her mood changed again and she said
delightedly, "I thought you might see it my way!....Now for surprise number
two."

She reached into her drawer and pulled out a small box. She handed me the box,
and said excitedly, "Go ahead, open it."

I guess it was a present for me. I looked at her and then the box. I wondered
what new terror was lurking inside, but it was small so, it just couldn't be
all that bad. After opening it, I just stared at the contents not knowing what
it was for a few seconds, and then its function dawned on me.

"I bought it just for you. Go ahead put it on!" she said excitedly.

I reached in and pulled it out. It was jeweled with diamonds and emeralds, and
even rubies. It had to cost thousands.

"Your going to put it on, aren't you!" she asked in a voice that sounded
ominous."

I had no choice. I unhooked it, and fit the collar around my neck. It was a
dog collar but made for a man. As soon as I had put it on she exclaimed, "Let
me see!" And she had me stand between her legs.

"It's gorgeous and just perfect, do you like it?"

I wanted to scream at the out at the top of my lungs that I just hated it, but
discretion was the better part of valor and I just shook my head up and down
instead.

"I knew you'd like it!" she sang out, "it's you!"

Then it got worse. She produced a leash out of the same drawer and attached it
to the collar. Winding the one end around her right hand she said excitedly,
"UP BOY! UP!"

I got on the bed and laid down, and she laid her big body down right next to
mine. Her right arm snaked over my body and pulled me tightly to her. I looked
down and could see her hand resting next to me, and I could see the chain
rapped around her fingers. It made me feel so impotent, so emasculated, and so
Caitlin's.

Then in a gentler sweeter voice she said, "I know how tough this has been on
you. It's going to take time for you to adjust. I know that, but you'll see,
you are going to eventually love it!"

Somehow, I doubted that, but I kept my thoughts to myself.

"I will make you one promise, she added, "I'll only use the leash and the
collar when we're alone. It will be our little secret."

As it became very quiet in the room, I suspected, she was waiting for a reply.

'Thanks," I replied in my best voice.

Caitlin responded by hugging me tighter, and placing her one leg over my body
completely engulfing me in the process. Then she said even more excitedly,
"Now go to sleep! It's going to be a long day tomorrow. I'm going to start
phase two of your training."

For a moment, I wondered what phase two would entail? Then like a good little
boy, I closed my eyes and went right to sleep just like she commanded.

The next day, I was at Caitlin's feet when she contacted her mother. She had
her legs wrapped around my head under the table. True to her word, though, I
was not in the line of sight. She had played enough of the leash out so that I
was hidden from the screen as she contacted her mother, but she still had the
leash wrapped securely around one of her hands as she talked.

"Hi mom! I mean chief."

"Why Caitlin, I'm surprised to see you."

Caitlin looked at her mom with surprise, for a second, then realized she was
teasing her.

"You really didn't expect Scott, did you?"

"I guess not, dear."

I heard that and closed my eyes in shame.

"Where is Scott," her mom asked.

"Well, you said that only the chief should be here." Caitlin replied then she
squeezed me a bit harder with her thighs. I had to bite my tongue to keep
quiet as Caitlin's legs controlled me.

After her statement, Caitlin pointed down with her other hand towards her feet
to indicate where Scott was.

Her mother nodded and smiled. Then she asked, "Is everything going to plan?"

"Oh yes, mother, he definitely is the one. I already started his training, and
it will continue today."

"That's wonderful, dear, and how is he coming through it all?"

"You were right, mom, it has been hard on him."

"Of course, dear, it is the same with all men except for wimps and fags."

"He's not a wimp, mom,"

Strange, that was exactly how I felt.

" I know, dear. We made sure of that, but you must remember to go easy on him
at first."

Caitlin lowered her head and replied, 'I had to spa..I mean I already had to
discipline him."

Caitlin's mom made a face, and said like she was lecturing her daughter,
"Remember, dear, if you break him too much, you may miss that defiance in
him."

Caitlin giggled and replied, "You should see, mom, it is so cute to watch him
struggle...He makes such cute little faces, and he really tries so very hard."

"That's exactly what I mean. It's not a horse your breaking. It's your
potential future husband."

"I understand, mom," and she gave her mother a mock salute and squeezed my
neck a little tighter with her legs. Instinctively, my hands went up to her
legs, and I tried to pry my head free, but her legs were just too strong."

Mrs. Danning saw her daughter squirm a bit in response, and she asked, "Is
everything all right, dear."

"Nominal!" was Caitlin's reply.

Her mother, the head of Danning Enterprises stared at her daughter for a bit
then she changed the subject.

"Try and spend some time on the water and heating problems, and get Scott to
help."

I was sure her mother would have been surprised to know that Caitlin had those
under control except for the water problem that is.

"Oh! OK mom, could I ask a favor, though?"

"And what might that be?" she asked not knowing what her unpredictable
daughter was going to say next.

"Ah, could you set the water back to nominal just this once. I uh, used a lot
yesterday."

Her mother stared at her daughter's angelic features, and tried to fathom what
had happened with the water. Caitlin responded by looking even more angelic.

Her mom was about to ask why , but it was not like Caitlin to ask for favors.

"Just this once," her mother replied.

Well, at least I wasn't going to be played with any more in the showers, I
thought.

"OK, thanks, mom," Caitlin said as the screen went blank.

The next two weeks were a blur to me. Caitlin spent most of the time on my
training. I would spend hours between her legs as she scissored me tirelessly.
Body scissors, neck scissors, reverse head scissors, you name it and Caitlin
used it on me. She would even eat with me scissored between her legs. As time
went bye, I began to have my favorites too as long as she wasn't squeezing me
too hard.

I was particularly fond of the reverse head scissors. I could look at her sexy
ass as she controlled me, and from time to time, she would wiggle it for me
adding to my pleasure. After awhile, she even let me touch it and massage it
with my hands as she squeezed me.

"Once, she turned her head and asked, "You're a real ass man, aren't you?"

I was a real ass man, leg man, and boob man as long as they were Caitlin's.
Then I realized, for the first time, that what Caitlin said was going to
happen to me was actually happening. I did start to dream about her legs, or
her boobs, or her luscious ass depending on what I got the biggest dose of
that day.

For a change of pace, Caitlin would sit on me. I would be lying flat on the
mat, and she would fold her long gorgeous legs around my face trapping it
between her two big thighs. I would stare up at her from my leg prison as she
stared down at me from above. Always, I could detect great pleasure on her
lovely features as she stared down at me.

Slowly, I began to love that position as well. She would have her long meaty
thighs squeezing and controlling my face. It felt so wonderful as long as she
wasn't squeezing too hard. I felt so small and insignificant below her as her
huge legs engulfed my head, and in that position I was so close to her
womanhood as well. It was all just too much for my male mind to handle.

Then, as my training progressed, she began to engulf my face completely in her
young snatch. I can't quite describe the feelings that overwhelmed me when she
did that. I felt so used.

At first, she wore her bikini bottoms, but as the days progressed she
dispensed with them altogether, and we both were completely naked most of the
time. Soon, she had me pleasuring her with my tongue as she controlled me. It
was disgusting at first to have her juices wash over my face as her orgasms
hit her, but in the fullness of time, I started not to mind, and I even took
it as a compliment when she screamed particularly loud from my efforts.

After the first week, she began sitting on my face. It brought new smells and
emotions to my world. It was so confining and so demeaning at first. I was
just as surprised as she was when I started to use my tongue in that orifice
as well. I found that I could bring her just as satisfying an orgasm from that
position as any other.

Sometimes, after a particularly satisfying one, she would reach back down and
pat my head. I was so proud!

I don't want to give you the impression that our wrestling matches stopped
either. She truly loved it when I struggled, and I would have to try just as
hard as if it was our first time even though I knew I had absolutely no chance
against her.

I had to continue to try and use the equipment too, but I still couldn't get
anywhere without her help. What had changed though was that I was no longer
embarrassed. I did feel myself getting stronger too. All that exercise was
having an effect on me. I could pull the cord about four inches out of its
holder, but I still needed Caitlin to really stretch it out farther than that.

And she was always coming up with these new and exciting games to play. What
they all had in common was to show me how weak I was, and how overpoweringly
strong she was in comparison. After awhile, I secretly enjoyed them as much as
she did, but I never let on. She liked my embarrassed reactions, so that's
what I continued to give her. I think she knew I was enjoying myself. I think
it was my hardon that gave it away.

She started to carry me more and more as well. I was always amazed at how
easily she could support my weight and how long she could hold me in her arms.
Some of my favorites were the pony rides. She would race around the gym with
me on her back and both of us would be laughing the whole time. Then there was
the pony ride where she would place her leg on something for support and I
would climb on her big thigh. It was such a mind blowing experience to ride a
young teenage girl's leg. When it was over, I was always flushed and
breathless, and I messed her leg up more than once. It always resulted in a
spanking, but it was worth it.

There were punishments too. Sometimes, she would make me mad and I would defy
her. That always brought swift retribution from her. She really had a thing
about me talking back to her.

The punishments were just as varied as the games. They ranged from various
types of spankings, to various scissors, to even all night confining ordeals
on the bed, and believe me those were the worst.

Speaking about the bed. My training didn't end with sleep period. Often, she
would lay on the bed, for hours, with her hands behind her head and her legs
opened wide, and I would lay between them with my head on her stomach and my
hands caressing some part of her. If she was particularly playful that night
she would scissor me between her legs till I kissed her belly or her breasts
or I feverishly massaged some part of her. If she was really was precocious
that night, she would wrap her long legs around mine and watch my frantic
reaction as she stretched my legs to the breaking point with hers.

She never had to use her arms either. Her legs were sufficient to control me,
and she looked so comfortable as she watched me closely and put me through my
paces each and every night.

Another of her favorites was to confine my head between her legs. As she sat
on the bed, my head was cradled between the figure four of her legs with my
head propped up by her large calf muscle only inches from her womanhood.. From
this position, I had to look up past her huge breasts to get a glimpse of her
face. Often she would cup her breasts and bend over and smother my face with
her big boobs. Wherever I looked in this position, all I saw was acres of lush
female.

When she got tired of smothering me, she could make my leg prison more
confining or even play with my face which she often did. I have to admit that
this was one of my favorite prisons. When she played with my lips or nose or
eyes, it would make the hairs stand up on the back of my neck and send little
lightening bolts of pleasure down my back.

She rewarded me too when I was good which was most of the time. She even
invented ingenious new ways to get me off. There was this one where she would
hold me upside down while she gave me the lollipop treatment with her tongue.
That was a particularly mind blowing experience, and she would even use her
feet and toes too. I liked that as well.

She was the smartest person I ever met too, and she was only sixteen. After
awhile, it just seemed natural to take her orders. Any problem we got from her
mother she solved almost immediately. She would ask me for help, but I knew
she had already solved the problem, and I loved her for it.

Did the L word just come into my vocabulary? Slowly, I realized I did love
her. She was the smartest, strongest, most beautiful woman I had ever met, and
she had this incredible body too. I did love her just as she had predicted.

At the end of the second week, she seemed very excited and I sat next to her
on the bed as she held a small box in her hands.

"This is a present from my mom," she told me excitedly.

As I watched her open it, I heard her exclaim, "WOW"

I didn't now what it was even when she took it out of the box and dangled it
before me.

"What is it?" I asked.

She quickly got off the bed and raced to her locker and put on a very flimsy
and very sexy red bikini. She even added the top. Her breasts hadn't been
hidden from view in days and I did feel some withdrawal as I looked at her.
Then she reached in and pulled out two vinyl pumps and put them on. It never
ceased to amaze me how much stuff she had managed to smuggle into our habitat.

When she was done, she came sauntering over and finally answered my question.
It's an ankle restraint, silly. It was my mom's and I can't wait to try it. It
was just as heavily laden in jewels as my collar, but these women had money to
burn.

She raised her foot to the bed, and I watched as she attached it to her ankle
and locked it shut. I had to admit on Caitlin's ankle and with those red pumps
on it did look sexy as hell. Then she motioned me closer with her finger. As I
moved my head closer, she grabbed the six inch chain and fastened it to my
collar. Now I had a new prison and it was sexy as hell.

From this perspective, all I could see was her sexy ankle and her one big red
pump. I had to fight back the urge to shower both her ankle and her shoe with
kisses. I really didn't want to spoil her fun and make her mad.

As soon as I was attached to her ankle I was on the floor and scrambling on
all fours to keep up with her as she walked around admiring her new toy.

"Isn't it just the best gift you ever saw!" she exclaimed as she finally
stopped and stared down at me.

I had to crane my neck a bit to look up at her from my new confining leg
prison, but I did manage to say, "Yes, Mistress Caitlin."

Then she was off again walking about the room as I crawled along trying to
keep up with her very close to her one leg.

That night, I slept next to her foot attached to her ankle by the ankle
restraint. She even kept her pumps on for effect. When she was asleep, I
licked her ankle and her shoe. It was the least I could do for her.

When the month finally came to an end, she dressed me back into my government
issued shorts, and she put back on her on own government issue as well. Just
before the time lock to module opened, we sat on her bed and she asked me a
series of questions. What she wanted was an affirmation of my new devote
loyalty and love for her.

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"Oh yes mistress!" I answered back and I meant every word of it.

She liked my response and she giggled happily at my reply and actions.

"And do you love my body?"

"Oh god yes!" I yelled back.

That made her giggle again and she asked further, "Every part of it?"

"Oh Yes, every square inch of it, and every nook and cranny too."

That brought and even bigger laugh from her as she pressed on with her
questions.

"And who's the boss?"

"You are, my sweet!"

"Do you promise to love honor and obey me?"

"Always! I said sincerely."

"Then I will condescend to take you as well."

"Thank you, my lovely!" I said happily.

"Now there is one more matter I think we should resolve," she asked more
seriously.

By her tone of voice, I could tell something was bothering her.

"Anything, your highness," I said devoutly as her one and only subject and
servant.

"It's about you working for my mother?"

"I don't understand?" I said sincerely.

"There are a lot of big tall aggressive women who work for this company and
I'm afraid they will find you irresistible."

"I can assure you, my sweet, that I would never ever cheat on you."

"I know that, silly. Its just that you are a very delicate and delectable
little morsel, and I'm afraid that the women, who work here, won't take no for
and answer, and I'm not always going to be around to protect you."

"You don't want me to work for your mom?" I asked crestfallen.

"No! You can work for my mom, but I think I'll set up a little office at our
estate rather than have you subjected to all those big bad women every day,"
Caitlin replied.

"Then I'm to be a prisoner," I asked.

"I knew you'd say that," she replied.

"Can we talk about it some more," I said and made a little face at her.

"I just knew you'd try and get around me," she scolded. "OK, but I want you to
stay away from Amy and Melissa and Barbara the guard too till we iron this
out."

I hadn't even met Barbara the guard yet. She must be something I thought to be
grouped with Amy and Melissa.

I took her hand and kissed it just as we both heard the locking mechanism
click and the huge metal door start to swing open. We both stood at the same
time and walked hand in hand out of her room to the command center and right
out the hatch. Caitlin to the cheers and applause of her mother and the other
women who were waiting for us to emerge, and I to my new life.

The End